Jeremy and I had been working together for about three or four months, meeting periodically to look at stones and to try and hammer out a ring design. I looked through a lot of different stones until I found the one that I knew was perfect for Erin. Unique with a certain "twining wisp" inside the diamond if you look closely.
Once I had the ring, I knew it was only a matter of time before I asked for her hand. I did, however need to ask for permission before I did so. That is an entire story in itself, and it is much better told in person. But we'll say that Joe will never admit he knew why I was coming to see him.
I proposed to Erin on a Monday night. After playing some canasta and having a well cooked meal. We were supposed to go to Mrs. Murphy & Son's Irish Bistro, but Erin had a long day at her shop and didn't want to go out, postponing the 'date' until the following evening. Well, I couldn't wait. I was ready, and I knew I had to go for it. As she was getting ready for bed, I called her back into the dining room, hugged her, told her how much I loved her and got down on one knee right there and then. What happened immediately after is a bit of a blur, but I know she was smiling her wonderful smile from ear to ear and said yes.
Some may say it isn't the most romantic setting. But if you know us, it couldn't have been more exactly our style. Relaxed, at home, in pajamas. Who needs the glitz and glamor, the most important thing is the fact that we love each other so much, that that love is much more glamorous than any of those things combined. And trust me, if you could have seen Erin's face the way I did as I was down on my knee, you would've thought the Eiffel tower was just a metal point, that a sunset was just a sunset, because she lit, and continues to light, up my life more than any amount of fireworks can or ever could.
The Ring...
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