I have been very sick this week. I wish the pain would go away. But alas. I have quite the story to tell!

For Christmas this past year, my boyfriend bought me a beautiful ring. I woke up early Christmas morning to use the bathroom and came back to find the box sitting on my bed waiting.

As a promise ring, it’s not your typical simple diamond ring. I was in complete awe when I opened the box.

The ring is white gold (my favorite!) with a pink tourmaline in the center. On either side of the pink stone are diamonds.

Now let me tell you how pleased I was that this ring was so unique. I do love diamonds, as most girls do. After all, they are a Girl’s Best Friend. However, this was not an engagement ring. The fact that he had enough insight to realize this was shocking to me, although he did have some help. The thought that he put into it is what is most special to me. Pink is is my absolute favorite color. As he well knows, the walls in my room are painted in magenta pink with light pink clouds. My room glows pink. Anytime I buy sheets, he urges me to go for any color other than pink. I think he feels overwhelmed…

It’s so perfect!

When I arrived home a couple weeks ago from work on a beautiful day, I discovered the window was open in my room. After I had settled in, my boyfriend goes, “You realize there is a ring IDENTICAL to the one I gave you sitting in your window?!” He pulled it out and I could hardly believe my eyes.

It has been sitting in my window sill for probably 10 years. The memory of the ring came back to me and I remembered seeing it at Wal Mart and needing it. It wasn’t a hard purchase to make, it was only $8. I wore it for a little while, but as all cheap jewelry does, it turned my finger a disgusting green color. For whatever reason, I put it in my window sill and it has been there ever since.

How perfect is this story? As I have said before, I love love. I never believed that true love would happen to me until I met him. There are plenty of signs that he’s the one.

I knew I loved him when my dad made him eggs one morning. Very runny eggs. They seriously looked gross. (My mom later told me that this is how my dad prefers his eggs, so whaddya know?) My boyfriend sat and ate the entire plate of eggs because he didn’t want to be rude. I watched him struggle down the eggs and with every bite, I became more and more assured that he was The One.

We complement each other perfectly. When we have a bag of Blue Doritos, he likes the “dusty” ones as he calls them. I like the ones with the least amount of “dust”. I can be irrational and he is typically the most rational person I know. I soften him a bit and he hardens me a bit.

I can truthfully say that he is my best friend and one of the best things to ever happen to me.

When we discovered this ring in my window, I knew.