Another Seinfeld Episode....

While we all have stories of our engagement, and we are always being asked questions like, "how did you meet?", "how did you get engaged?". This is an area that I feel needs to be written into some sort of a journal for things that don't happen on a daily basis.

With that being said i will embark on a journey through time and bring all of you loyal readers back to enjoy this moment with me as I relive what most would call a disaster.

It is May of 2006 and I am with Fabi and her family at their house in the Hamptons. I had just purchased the ring I would bestow to my sweetheart and make her my wife. With the eagerness of a 3 year old at Chuckie Cheese, I couldn't help but display the ring to her entire family regardless of the fact that Fabi was there as well. While this will later prove to be a feeble minded move on my part, the family was full of oohs and ahhs with the mere thought of their daughter being engaged.

I will take a step back now to about a month prior. I had informed her parents of my decision and with their blessing i would ask their daughter to be my wife. With sweat on my brow, I waited for a response and was elated to find no quandary from them what so ever. As the smiles emerged and the hugs were in plenty, I now had sought her mothers advice on a ring size suitable for the bride to be. In the midst of excitement and celebration I must have misunderstood, and with my vast experience in ring buying, I was none the wiser.

Bringing us back to the Hamptons, my time as a stealthy ring flasher was just about to conclude. Picture a huddle of onlookers in the yard off to the side of the house all peering in to catch a glimpse of the ring that signified my love for Fabi, when out of nowhere, Fabi is marching over to see what all the ruckus is about. To my dismay, or perhaps relief, she was onto us and the charade was over. With this on the brink of being a total disaster I did the only thing I could to save grace, I decided today was the day.

I assembled her family inside to the dining room and made a mock fight with her step father to create a reason for the gathering.

After the question was popped, and acceptance was granted, the ring was exchanged and she pushed like the dickens to get it on. "POP" It was on. I knew it looked tight and she knew it as well, but after putting it on for the first time she would be damned if she would be taking it off today. As the evening went on and her finger swelled, we knew action had to be taken so we left and headed to my parent house. My aunt and uncle from Boston were there and being doctors I hoped they had some miraculous plan to remove the ring from the now ballooned finger. To my dismay, this turned out to be of no avail so off to the ER we went.

When the doctor finished sawing off the ring which was meant to last an eternity, he began to pry open the ring. In what seemed like an instant the ring erupted in what looked like a volcanic eruption of diamonds. Turns out pave stones do not fortify the ring but in turn weaken its structural integrity. So with diamonds all over the ER and what now was three pieces of gold which was once a ring, we were sent on our way and were now engaged with no visual proof but a zip lock bag with shining shards in it.

My jeweler looked at me like i had somehow done this on purpose. While we exasperated all avenues to put this significant loop of gold together, our efforts were thwarted by the delicate process of remaking a pave setting.

After several attempts to make this whole again, we decided to start over and purchased a new ring, the right size of course, and began to show off our engagement visually as well as mentally.

Note to self; Make sure you have the correct information for sizing a ring, and also when it does not fit, don't force it.

In summation, we are happily married and this proved to be a blessing in disguise. She got a nicer ring second time around.

Till next time!!!!!