It was November 2008. Jeremy and I had been dating for 6 months. We were young and in love.
Jeremy had been dropping hints about getting married for the last few months, and we had talked about it seriously many times. We had made the decision together to get married, now we just needed a ring and a proposal.
We casually looked at rings when we were out shopping a few times, the purpose being for Jeremy to get an idea of the style that I liked.
However, we kept running into the problem of Jeremy not having established credit. He was 19-years old and the only thing he had ever bought on credit was his car, which he had been making payments on for less than a year. So every time we went to a jewelry store (Kay’s, Jared’s, etc), he was told his credit limit was very low (around $300).
I was beginning to wonder if he would be able to even get me a ring when we stopped by Harris Jewelers in the Devil Dog Mall (aka the mall in Oceanside by Camp Pendleton that is always filled with young Marines). They have financing specifically for military service members and set up an allotment to take out a set amount per month from your paycheck. Because of that, the prices were higher than other places we had looked, but since the financing was guaranteed and we had been struggling to a loan, we bought a ring that day! (I wish I could remember the exact day, but I don’t lol)
We had not gone to the mall with the purpose of buying an engagement ring, it was just a random stop!
Originally I had wanted Jeremy to pick out the ring and surprise me with proposal. I wanted the whole traditional proposal, down on one knee, seeing the ring for the first time and him slipping it on my finger as I cried out “yes!”.
But when we found a ring that I liked and actually got financed for the ring, we didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. But that is how we are, overly practical and not very romantic.
So I don’t have a cute proposal story. I don’t have cute proposal pictures.
But I still ended up with a ring on my finger and engaged to be married to the man that I love, so I consider it a successful proposal!
I remember how odd it felt to wear the ring for the first few weeks (I didn’t wear rings before getting engaged). I remember driving and starting at my ring, being startled to see it on my left hand and yet smiling with happiness every time I looked at it.
My ring has now become a part of me. I only take it off to sleep and I feel naked without it on my finger. Funny how things change over the years!
(Our official proposal story coming up next week! Jeremy wanted to ask my Dad permission before we made it official)