Depending on how well you know me, you may or may not know that I am a snoop.  Now I don’t snoop through bathroom cabinets or open mail, but things I find interesting like photo albums, movie collections or TiVo schedules – and don’t get me started on Facebook stalking  (consider this fair warning!)

All of this to say, my life became significantly more difficult when John told me he had his nana’s ring IN HIS APARTMENT.  I instantly made a silent promise to myself that I wouldn’t turn the place inside out trying to find it (I didn’t want to scare this one away, after all).  Then one day when we began our (okay my) cleaning spree and the Goodwill philanthropy of John’s apartment, he showed me The. Exact. Drawer. that contained the ring.  If life was difficult before, this was excruciating!  Every time John went to the bathroom, or took the trash out, or to meet the pizza delivery guy was a potential moment for a peek.

But I didn’t do it.  I never peeked.

I truly thought I would know the exact moment he would propose and I told myself that at least the ring would be a surprise.  The more we talked about the ring, the more I wondered if I would like it.  What would I say if it was hideous!?  He said it was vintage and having an antique expert brother, I’ve learned vintage isn’t my thing.  What if I really hated it?!  I’d have to fake it for the rest of my entire life.  I may be okay at snooping, but I absolutely cannot lie.  So I tried not to think about it.  And I tried to forget that I knew where the ring was.

And then he gave it to me – and it was like love at first sight all over again.  I love the ring!  I’m excited to put it on every day!  I love that it was John’s nana’s and I adore hearing the stories about the love she had with John’s poppy.  I envision it to be very similar to the love my grandparents share and it makes me very excited to begin that life with John.