| The Proposal | ||||||
A few days after Sage told me he'd ordered me a ring, a friend and I looked at rings on the internet. I fell in love with one and showed it to Sage, knowing he'd ordered mine a couple days before. I was shocked when he gave me the exact same ring that I'd found on the internet! He said he'd thought I was messing with him, that I'd somehow found out what ring he'd gotten me, but it turns out we just have the same taste. Guess it was meant to be!
I wore my ring on my right hand until I went to Chile, where I decided to wear it on my left ring finger in hopes that the men there would understand that I wasn't available. It didn't always work, but I like to think that it helped. When I returned to Arkansas four months later, Sage basically said that maybe I should just keep my ring on that finger and that he was ready to get married. I knew it was coming, but I couldn't help but be surprised. I'm still trying to get used to crazy words like "fiance" and "wedding". Weird. So my ring started out as a promise ring and morphed into an engagement ring. |


