The requisite ring post

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm smitten with my sparkler!

Who knew fingers looked so weird this close? Sorry.
(All photos by me.)

As is to be expected from me, I went a bit against the norm (though it's becoming more popular these days) and had some input on the ring. Greg figured that (1) he didn't know squat or where to start, (2) my Type-A personality would love having some control and (3) I'd have to live with it forever, so it was a done deal. While this doesn't mesh for all couples, the process reflects how we work as a team and both totally invested in what the ring really means.

While roaming around Pentagon City back in early fall, Greg persuaded me to go to the jewelry stores, and afterward I had a slight panic attack on a bench. It was overwhelming. I knew "The One" wouldn't be from a mall store, but it was really sinking in that I could be engaged soon. I kept looking and I fell in love with the scrollwork on the sides of the setting and knew from our excursion that I had a soft spot for pear-shaped diamonds. And in January, I saw "my precious" (Lord of the Rings, anyone?) and was blown away.

Our engagement ring is a sign of making a promise — not leaving behind our individual histories entirely but cherishing and calling upon those memories and to help us approach the future as one very silly team.

And of course, there's only one way for me to signify our past and present; who knows what'll be next? (I don't think they have a bridal baseball mascot, but I'd totally buy it.) You can click to enlarge.

The San Diego Padres' Swinging Friar, Lou Seal of the San Francisco Giants and yet-to-win Teddy Roosevelt of the Washington Nationals'
racing presidents.

What do you think? Did Greg do a nice job? Is it really that weird to have so many mascots? ;)