And here I thought I hated antiques

When Shane and I decided to get engaged on Halloween in 2005, we made an explicit agreement that no rings would be involved.  Neither of us thought the major investment required in such a purchase was worthwhile; we could both think of a MILLION things we would much rather buy with such a lofty sum.  That’s just how we are – practical to a fault.

Our respective families more or less responded to this decision with a “so be it/live and let live” philosophy.  But my grandfather on my dad’s side – my last remaining grandparent – didn’t think it was quite right.  So he offered to give me my grandmother’s engagement ring.

My engagement ring

Can I even begin to tell you what this meant to me?  My grandmother on my dad’s side was my favorite.  She was everything I imagine a good grandparent is supposed to be: loving, supportive, warm, funny and very involved with my life.  She passed away around Halloween in 2001, and I (not to mention my dad and grandfather) have missed her terribly ever since.

So despite my plans, I ended up (happily) wearing a ring for the majority of our engagement, joining it with a simple silver band (from the fabulous GreenKarat) after the wedding.  I love what this ring symbolizes for me – my current union with a loving husband as well as a connection to my past and all the people who loved me before I was even born.

Kick-ass family heirloom

We went to pick up the plates from my parent's house on Friday.  They are beautifully hand-painted and full of rich history.  I can’t wait to make them a part of my home.