One Ring to Rule Them All!

Just joshin' with you. I apologize for all of the Lord of the Rings references, but I can't promise that I'll stop anytime soon, so you'll just have to deal :)

So one of the hardest jobs a guy will ever do (on his own) is pick out a ring for his fiance. Some girls are lucky and end up helping with the process, which must be a really awesome experience. Althought I did not help Matt choose the ring (I had no idea that he was going to propose), I did make it rather easy for him.

Bottom line, I am a tomboy at heart. My favorite articles of clothing are sweatshirts and yoga pants, and I will find any excuse to wear them. I value feeling comfortable over fashionable, and while I really envy and admire those who spend hours a day primping, I have tried numerous times and have miserably failed.

Because of my history of digging in to any project at hand (whether it's mucking stalls at the organic farm I worked at in Maine or wiping the school chalkboards off with my bare hands) Matt knew I needed a ring that reflected my rough personality. That, and I have ridiculously small chubby hands. Seriously, throughout middle and high school I was commonly referred to as "carnie hands" (Austin Powers line) and "panda paws" (never understood that one...I have first hand experience feeding pandas and their paws are anything but small).

Considering all factors, he decided on a simple white gold solitaire ring that wasn't extremely big and flashy and that wouldn't get caught on anything. I could not have been more pleased with his decision. For me, my ring is absolutely PERFECT. It doesn't look gaudy on my chubby finger, it's small but incredibly sparkly, and in simple terms, it looks like it just belongs.

Forever and Always. This is how we signed our love letters to each other in 7th grade!