Today Zach and I picked out and ordered our wedding bands! So excited! But it was a long and intense process, well at least on my part. Zach easily picked out which one he wanted. Me on the other hand (literally) had to chose between 2 rings. I’ve been looking at them for weeks, deciding which one I’d want to wear forever. But I narrowed it down to 2 and still couldn’t pick. I asked everyone (thats my mom, Zach, and my dad…yes everyone) and they all said the same thing! “Both are nice, which one do you like best?” Um hello?! If I knew that I wouldn’t be harassing you on the subject. I got pretty snotty and felt awful for my attitude. Why must I get so mad at them and its not their fault I can’t pick? God talked to me. He graced his wisdom in my ear and said, “They will forgive.” And they did. My parents both understood my frustration. And as did Zach, he is so gracious with me sometimes.
I want this band to reflect on not only me, but Zach. Its my wedding band, but its to symbolize us. This ring is my solemn vow to him, to say “I’m your wife.” But I guess I was the only one taking this really seriously, because Zach picked his in like 2 minutes. Not gonna lie, I was a really ticked off. I looked at him and said, “Hey? You sure you want that one? You didn’t try any others on.” And his answer, “I like that one, so its the one I want.” Why must men make things so easy? I just don’t get it. Zach clearly was tickled by my attitude and said, “I’m sorry baby, you will pick the one you want next, it will be clear.” You know what? It was. A little bit.
I told the nice lady which ones I was looking for and she brought them out. I tried one on and then the next, and then with my engagement ring and then separate again. This went on for maybe 30 minutes. I took pictures, sent them out and kept second guessing myself. Finally, I picked one. FINALLY! I love my ring. I really do. Its beautiful. Without much help from Zach, I picked it on my own. I went with my gut (and heart) and it just became clear.
Did you have a hard time picking out your ring? What did you eventually pick?