I meant to post this yesterday, but time got away from me (read: had a few bottles of wine with my mum, Lewis & Bridget).
New Years is supposed to be all about new beginnings. I don’t want a new beginning. I’m enraptured with where I’m going. I’m happy with who I’m going with. If I had a resolution this year, it would be to love myself more the way Lewis loves me. I am confident, I know that I’m beautiful, intelligent, and I know my heart. And that is only strengthened by our news:
We’ve picked out and bought a ring. I had previously chosen a favorite. The serious price didn’t deter that it was meant to be mine. Aimlessly staring at jewelry in a resale shop, we saw it. It was sitting in between many larger, more gaudy rings, between tons of other stones. But there was my ring. And so I asked to see it, praying that it could be my size, the accident of the present band being slight, I held hope fortune would issue a continuance.
It fit! I didn’t mean to want a ring purchased so fast, but between cost and the nakedness felt after I removed it, I didn’t tempt losing it. (I admit, I can barely lift it off my finger for a moment without feeling my finger tingle in disappointment.) So now this gorgeous (and huge) topaz ring, with 14k Gold setting and a 1/4 inch silver band, is ours.
I hope everyone has started the New Year with great hopes and great cheer.
Love,
Elizabeth
