*Disclaimer: This post has a lot of ring pictures! What can I say? I love my ring…I’m thinking of naming it, I love it so much. Anyway, you’ve been warned.*
When we left off, Mr. Orchard and I were on our way home from an epic princess party. I was bouncing off the walls with excitement (and perhaps a slight sugar high) that MOH R would be arriving the next day and that we were about to start the most amazing Halloween week in history!!! (I might be a little bit prone to exaggeration.) I was talking Mr. O’s ear off and almost didn’t notice when he turned off onto a random road on the way home. “What are you doing?!” I asked. Mr. O replied that he wanted to go for a walk and enjoy a few minutes of alone time since we wouldn’t have any for almost two weeks. That made enough sense to me so I left it alone. We pulled into a little park where Mr. Orchard and I had the infamous date where I asked him if we were a “thang,” and jumped out of the car. Mr. Orchard went to the back of the car and pulled out a little blanket and a large brown paper bag. I looked at him and he admitted he’d been planning to stop all night. I started to get a tingly feeling in my tummy but pushed it back. I didn’t want to ruin a perfect night by being disappointed if he didn’t do it.
We made our way over to our spot, and I was trying to be a trooper but it was COLD. I was shivering, and as soon as we spread out the blanket and sat down Mr. Orchard hopped back up…on one knee.
With chattering teeth he said beautiful, wonderful, kind, and romantic things, but honestly, I don’t remember them because my eyes were trained on his hand as he pulled out a little black box. I starred at him and I know my mouth was hanging open, but I couldn’t say a word until Mr. O asked me if I would marry him. I opened my mouth and gave him the most
controlled excited “YES!” possible and jumped into his arms. Once he got the ring on my finger he pulled out a container of homemade chocolate-covered strawberries (my favorite) and a bottle of champagne. “I would say we could have this here but…it’s really cold, and dark, and umm, I’m pretty sure we can’t have alcohol on public property…so I’m going to suggest we go home,” Mr. O told me with a laugh. I was more than happy to agree because not only was what he said true, but also it was SO dark I couldn’t see my ring!
When we got home I gazed lovingly at my left hand while Mr. Orchard poured the champagne. The ring he chose for me perfectly complemented my beloved opal, and once the realization hit me that he’d done it intentionally I couldn’t have been more touched. Mr. O wanted a ring that was everything I’d asked for and also a beautiful match for the one that had been chosen for me 11 years earlier. Since he couldn’t find exactly what he wanted anywhere, he went to his friend Pat of Masman Jewelers and enlisted her help. She had all kinds of stones and settings shipped in for him to look at, and once he picked his favorites she rushed them over to the goldsmith to be set so that he could propose before my birthday and before MOH R came so she could celebrate with me and start planning. (He was initially shooting for our anniversary, but the ring just couldn’t be done in time.) Could he be any sweeter?
All right…enough gabbing: enjoy some ring porn!
Admiring my ring the night Mr. O proposed!
I swoon a little every time I look at it!
Both my beautiful rings!
Mr. O and the team at Masman’s managed to create the ring of my dreams, and I couldn’t be happier. Did your significant other design your ring? If so, did they take inspiration from another piece of jewelry you own?
*All photos taken by Miss Orchard unless otherwise noted