First of all, my apologies for all the sappy love posts as of late. What can I say? I’ve been in a sappy love-is-in-the-air mood.
oh, love. <3
But, that’s not what I’m here to write about. I owe you the story behind this.
Isn’t it beautiful?
The first question I usually hear when I show friends, family, or random strangers my ring is “is sapphire your birthstone?”
Nope. No it is not. My birthstone is amethyst – which is a really pretty light purple stone, but isn’t really me.
I wasn’t very girly growing up. I hated the color pink and any pretty, frilly colors that were associated with pink. I also hated being called ‘young lady’, but that’s another story. Amethyst was a frilly, girly color and I remember secretly not liking the one amethyst necklace I received for my first communion.
What I really loved was the color blue. My Mom (whose birthstone is actually sapphire) always wore jewelry that had beautiful sapphires in it and it was because of her that I fell in love with the stone. It felt more ‘me’ than my birthstone and I loved playing dress up with it.
My Dad actually proposed to my Mom with a solitaire diamond ring when they were in high school. It was December of their senior year and my Dad brought my Mom to a park by the river. He gave her a chicken hand puppet and when she put her hand in the puppet, a ring was waiting for her in one of the finger holes. Yep, my Dad was a jokester – even back then.
They were married 11 months later and she wore that ring for the next decade or so. Then, while she was working on a lab project in nursing school, a container of mercury broke in her hands and ate away all the jewelry she was wearing, including her wedding rings.
I’ll never forget going to the jewelry store with her and my Dad to pick out a new set of rings. They ended up selecting another round cut solitaire ring, but upgrading with a wrap around set of sapphires. I was SO excited for my mom when she tried it on. I loved it and a part of me knew, even back then, that I wanted something similar.
I thought my Mom’s sapphires were unique, but then I started seeing similar sets everywhere. Both my Grandma Anderson and my cousin Angel have similar designs and both are gorgeous.
The idea of a sapphire engagement ring was one that had obviously been in my head for a while, but I’m not sure I ever said it out loud until Derek got it out of me when we were in Sonoma back in 2010.
We took a wine tour through wine country and let’s just say I didn’t waste any of the delicious wine by spitting. Oh, no. I was toasted. And he knew it.
I can’t even remember what got us on the conversation, but I distinctly remember telling him exactly what kind of engagement ring I wanted – emerald cut diamond, sapphire accents, and a platinum band. Instead of running for the hills, he got his phone out and wrote the description in a note as I proceeded to pass out.
<insert screenshot of said note that he only deleted from his phone two days ago, before I had a chance to steal it off of his phone>
He kept that note in his phone for well over a year and a half, waiting to find the perfect ring that fit that description. Only, he couldn’t. My perfect ring didn’t exist. At least it didn’t exist at any of the big name jewelry stores.
Over Thanksgiving break Derek left my family’s house early to head back to Tampa and hang out with his brother. Or so I thought. The truth was he had found a local jeweler to custom build my ring. He worked with the jeweler on building one that fit my description (emerald cut diamond, sapphire accents, platinum band) and designed something beautiful.
It’s exactly what I wanted and he did a beautiful job putting it together.
I’ll have to do a photo side-by-side of my grandmother’s, my mother’s and my ring the next time we’re together. Three generations of sapphires. My parents will celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary in November and my grandmother had well over 55 years of wedded bliss with my grandfather before he passed in 2005 – I’ll take that as a good sign that a sapphire is a lucky stone for a happy marriage.
Is there a story behind your engagement ring? Or behind the one you have your heart set on?