The Ring

So when DH and I got engaged he had a ring for me. We just had to pick out the band. We had one made to match my ring and the setting. A couple of months into our marriage I took the ring to be cleaned and found out it was the worse possible diamond that you could possibly get. A cubic ziconia would have been better. I knew at that point that DH had no clue about this. I just knew it. This diamond came from his mom. She gave it to him when he was old enough. I knew at that point I was not going to say a word. I went NINE years without saying a word. I would go get it cleaned, they would tell me it was awful and I would just smile and thanks, but you can not replace sentimental value. So in our ninth year of marriage we were buying a emerald ring for me for mothers day. I was so excited. They asked for my wedding ring to clean and I handed it to him and then FREAKED! OH no! DH is standing RIGHT THERE. I politely ask the guy to just clean it. No need to look at it, I loved my diamond. NOOOOO, he had to inspect it. He looked straight at DH and said you know this diamond is crap. Dh looked at me and asked me how long I knew. He was shocked. He knew I had taken my ring in to be cleaned. I just looked down and told him nine years. For our anniversary that year I got a new diamond. We ventured into Los Angeles and got a great diamond for a good price. It was at that time, I realized I would like a new setting. I looked and looked for years. Well this year we hit our 13th anniversary, today, I picked up my new setting, had my diamond put in it. I was so excited. But for the briefest moment I was sad. Sad to be taking off my original ring. Sad to put it away. Then the sparkle of the new ring called. I think I will be putting my first ring away for the girls. They can decided what they want to do with it. Until then I will enjoy my new ring. I will enjoy it like I have enjoyed most of my marriage to my DH. He is a great man. I adore him. So here is to another 13 years.....