It’s hard to believe our engagement anniversary is October 2016. Patrick and I had hit the accelerator that fall: closing on our house by the end of October and married with a baby on the way by summertime - but let’s backtrack for a few minutes.
In the weeks preceding our engagement I was growing increasingly more suspicious. Patrick mentioned scheduling a fun getaway and I was convinced the engagement would happen on our loosely planned trip to Nashville - the place where we first spent a weekend away together. As October approached, I carefully put together a Pinterest board titled Fairytale where pins of beautiful engagement rings sparkled from the page. I didn’t have a specific ring in mind; rather, an array of different options. I pinned rose gold rings with cushion cut diamonds, round diamonds with dainty halos, and stacks of wedding bands that mixed rose gold with simple diamond bands.
One early fall night Patrick asked: “You don’t want to be with me when I pick out your ring, do you?” When I responded, “No,” he replied, “You don’t want a weird color do you?” I was almost certain he had already bought the ring and that the weird color he referenced was rose gold. A few weeks before I had borrowed his computer and typed in something that started with a P and www.pinterest.com/carlygraceyoga/fairytale populated. I said nothing. I just exited the window with a big smile on my face.
The first week of October finally arrived and my radar was high. I got invited by not one but two girlfriends for a manicure. Patrick headed to Jacksonville for a week of travel and I was to meet him on Friday for a Savannah adventure. By Wednesday, Hurricane Matthew was inching closer to Florida and I was more concerned about Pat’s evacuation than whatever might be happening over the weekend. A web of lies concocted by Pat and my best friend Kate took our getaway to Reynolds Plantation where the big proposal took place. Despite the dark evening sky, my beautiful engagement ring glistened brightly from its little black box.
Little did I know, Patrick had spent the last several weeks researching jewelers online. He popped into multiple stores to browse and meet the associates. No one was as thoughtful or responsive as Junior Mencias at Ascot Diamonds. Ascot Diamonds offers a unique environment. Don’t expect a showcase filled with diamonds; rather, an intimate conversation with an Ascot Diamonds specialist who listens to exactly what you are looking for before presenting options.
I’m excited to partner with #AscotDiamonds in sharing our journey from proposal to parenthood and I invite you to follow along as I post about my experiences over the next few months. I’ll be sharing our experience in choosing wedding bands and seeing diamonds crafted in person in my next post.
Disclaimer: This is a sponsored blog post and I was compensated by Ascot Diamonds. All thoughts and opinions are my own.