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One of the discussions about wedding rings reminded me of the day John proposed. It was triple horror night at the drive-in. It was awesome. The drive-in had the various scary characters (Freddy, Jason...etc) dressed up, walking around outside your car...creepy. I don't remember all the movies that were playing, only the one that he proposed during. We were watching the film "Wrong Turn" and at one of the climatic scenes (just before a gruesome murder), he was like, "Hey....hey...(stroking my arm to get my attention)". To which I replied while watching the screen, "What?"...Then he just said, "Will you marry me?"..lol...That really got my attention. I just turned to look at him like "What?" I just blinked at him (processing). All you could here was a body falling from a tree, apparently, the climatic scene was now over at least for the film moment. I wanted to make sure that he was sure that he wanted to marry me. He had recently gotten out of a bad relationship and we had only been dating for four months. But I knew my answer would be yes. Once he explained that he truly wanted to marry me, that I was the best thing to ever happen to him..I told him "Yes, but I don't want to go public until we have a ring to make it official." Later that night when we were heading home, we stopped by his grandmother's house to visit. After settling in there, she dragged John away and told me to stay there that she had to tell John something. Next thing I know, she is calling for me from down the hall. I cautiously approached, not knowing if she really wanted me there...to listen in on whatever she was telling him. When I got to her room, she simply looked at me and said, "Here try this on" handing me a ring. I looked puzzled, but I tried it on. It fit perfectly. She smiled and said, "Now it's official". In essence I not only got engaged to John that night, but his entire family. The ring that she gave me was the one that John had picked out for his mother when he was a little boy. He didn't know that his grandmother still had the ring. And she sure didn't offer it to his ex-wife when they got married. It was a true honor to have the matriarch of the family present me with a ring that held so much meaning to John. The ring that was given to me that day was only half of a joining set.
I didn't get to see the set complete until the day we were married, as he slid them on my finger. He always said that he never would have thought that the ring he had picked out all those years ago would be given to his wife. I told him that we would continue to pass it down to our kids. I loved that idea. Beautiful memories that I will forever cherish.