I know that we girls are princesses and shame on any man that tries to convince us different. Since my name is Aris (pronounced heiress) I’ve been trying to convince my hubby that I am entitle to a crown and I’ll take it in the form of jewelry. I love this ring and this necklace…so far I’ve gotten nothing.
Aris, heiress, princess…it makes no difference. He’s just not a believer that I warrant such a title. He always says something to the effect, “when you show me what you are an heiress to then I will consider the notion.” Since there is no great wealth to which I stand to inherit…well you can see our struggle.
I’m here to say there is hope—kinda, sotra, maybe. On this ordinary day, with no special occasion, I woke up to a little black box.
So what spurred this unexpected gift? Could it be he’s conceded to the fact that I am a princess…not likely.
Here’s the story:
At the beginning of summer I was doing a lot of gardening. I don’t wear my wedding ring when I garden because I’m terrified that the diamond will fall out (I’ve actually had nightmares about this…upon waking I’ve rushed to the jewelers to have the prongs checked). Anyway, I took the ring off and apparently didn’t wear it for a week. This my hubby noticed.
Conversation with my hubby about two months ago when we were out having dinner.
“Where’s your ring?”
“In my jewelry box.”
“Why aren’t you wearing it?”
“Because I’ve been working in the yard. You know I take it off when I work outside.”
“You haven’t worn it in over a week. Have you been working in the yard all week?”
“I guess I just forgot to put it back on.” Not the thing to say. So I backpedaled. “I’m afraid of bumping it and having the diamond fall out. I’d rather have it in the jewelry box where I know it’s safe.”
Feeling guilty and a little embarrassed that I had forgotten to slip my ring back on my finger for “date night” I steer the conversation in another direction. After that night I hadn’t heard any more about it so I thought that was the end of it…
Conversation this morning when he hands me the little black box.
“Now you have a ring with no stones in it. Wear it when you take your wedding ring off. You can garden in it, bump it,— it can take a beating so keep it on.”
To tell you the truth I feel like I’ve been slightly reprimanded…but who cares! I have a Tiffany ring. Isn’t it lovely? Here it is with my wedding ring.
For those of you that do want stones in it here it is at Tiffany & Co.
I have the best hubby in the world…BTW he said the X’s reminded him of the x’s and o’s I sign my cards and letters with….awwww how sweet. My left ring finger shall never be bare ;o)
~type you soon~