with Angella Dykstra
I'm a mom of three, a professional accountant, and an amateur photographer and writer. I am not a marriage expert. But my husband and I take "Til death do us part" seriously, and here I'll be sharing how we keep our marriage strong while we both do that insane work-life juggle.
Check out my Work It, Mom! profile and my blog, Dutch Blitz.
I remember being a single lass and occasionally hearing stories from women I knew who had gone with their partner to pick out their engagement and wedding rings. THE HORROR.
But then I met Matthew and while I knew that I wanted a solitaire, do you have any idea how many different settings there are? Thousands, I’m sure, but all I know is that we went together to look and it took two full days of browsing until I found the one I knew was meant to be mine.
Some diamonds had visible flaws, some were clusters (Last I checked, sales lady, solitaire means ONE diamond) and some settings just didn’t look right on my finger.
So, yeah. I picked out my ring. I did not, however, know when and where the proposal would occur and my (now) husband hit that ball right out of the park. Per usual.
How about it ladies (and gents) - was it a team effort to pick out the ring, or did the suitor venture out on his own and find the perfect ring?
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