I've been wearing my claddagh ring and the other ring that AJ gave me our first year on my left hand for almost five years now. I know that you're not supposed to wear anything on your left ring finger other than your engagement and wedding rings, but I've always considered my claddagh to be an engagement ring, or if you want to call it a 'promise ring', because AJ and I have known that we want to get married for years.
But, when the man you plan on marrying starts a conversation with "You know that I'm going to be proposing to you sometime within the next six months, right?", as weird as it feels, it's time to move the rings off of the left hand, and avoid that awkward moment of him having to pull the other ring off of your finger to get the engagement ring onto it. Or the awkward moment where the engagement ring doesn't fit because of the impression the other ring has left in your finger.
He not so subtally let me know when and where he was going to be proposing to me.
He asked me if I was open to something public, or if I would rather a private proposal. I said it didn't matter to me, I just wanted the moment to feel right to him. He said, "Ok, so you wouldn't mind if it was outside, like *mumbles 'Cinderella Castle' under his breath*. I told him "Ok, stop telling me! I don't want to know! I don't want to be expecting it!" Although now I will be planning my wardrobe for Disney World ever so carefully.
I told him I only had three rules for the proposal. Don't propose to me on the jumbotron at a sporting event, don't put the ring inside food, and "God help you if you propose to me with a flash mob!"
6 months until we go to Disney World!
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