

I decided long ago that Lauren was the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I had to reavaluate my whole idea of realationships to come to this realization. It happened quickly. But happened it did. I had previously only known the passion, love, interest or whatever you choose to call it that is typical at the beginning of all too many relationships. I knew, from experience, that these feelings peek and die out fairly consistently. I was pretty jaded about the whole idea of relationships.
Something happened almost from the beginning of our relationship that I was quite unaccostumed to. The intense feelings of newness and freshness, lust and desire that you would expect in a new relationship were there. But there was also something that I had never experienced before. Riding undernearth the surface of these wild and crazy emotions that I was experiencing was something much more subtle and much more powerful. We were lovers and best friends and everything else that you would expect out of someone in a relationship. We were all of that. We were also, and this was actually much more important, we were partners. I know of no other way to describe our relationship than that. Where she is weak I am a rock. Where I am weak she is a rock. Where I stumble she strides. I do the same for her. We have different intersts and passions. But, at our core, we were lost without eachother. We would surely go back to that state if ever we were to separate.
I knew all of this long ago. We started dating about 2 years ago. I told her that I loved her only a month into the relationship. I was in no mood for mincing words. She had purchased the box set of the X-Men movies for me. We were in the middle of watching the 3rd movie. I told her that I loved her. I will never forget her response. She buried her head in my shoulder and said "Oh thank god!".
Lauren and I first discussed the idea of marriage while on vacation in Big Sur in April 2007. I was young and idealistic at the time. I thought that we should wait for such a matter until we were settled. We had already decided that it was the right decision for us. But we wanted things to be 'perfect'. In all honesty, I think that we let ideas of popular culture get into our way. We had not been dating long enough. We were not settled into our careers. I could go on forever in this path.
We decided to move out to the west coast together. We had many conversations about moving out here, supporting eachother, being partners in forging this new path, etc. Shortly after we got out here the whole marriage issue pressed on me rather harshly. I decided that time was only wasting and that I should act quickly. Yet I decided that I should wait until I got a better job. The Portland job market was much tougher than I expected. I started out working very part time as a cook/caterer. Evenutally I took a job at a call center as a scheduler. I thought I would only work there for a few weeks. I ended up working there for almost a full year.
The idea of proposing was always on my mind. But I decided that I would wait until I got a better job and we were more settled. I applied for job after job and had interview after interview. Nothing happened. I have a Masters degree and many years of experience in a multitude of fields. Yet I could not land a job out here that required only a high school diploma and one years experience. I underestimated how many over educated 20 somethings were moving to the area.
Several months ago I took up the idea of finding religion once again. I read the bible. I prayed. I do not know if I did it right. I was not sure who I was supposed to be talking too or what I was supposed to be saying. But I did it none the less. I sat on the question of whether or not I should just ask Lauren to marry me or I should wait.
The answer that I came up with was a resounding "Yes, do it now you fool!". I do not to say that it was god that told me this. But I do not want to say that it was not either.
My mother and sister visited me over the winter and I had arranged for them to bring my grandmothers ring for me. She had offered it to me just in case I had wanted to ask Lauren to marry me before we left. The urgency of the issue was not pressed upon me at that point and I foolishly refused. I changed my mind shortly after moving out here. She brought the ring out and I sat on it and waited.
Lauren had no idea.
About a month and a half ago I decided that the time was ripe for me to propose to Lauren. I could no longer wait for external forces that I had no influence over to fall into place. I loved this woman. I had a feeling much much deeper and stronger than that. I wanted to declare before all of our family and friends that I was ready to pledge myself to her and a life with her.
Lauren likes Platinum and silver. My grandmothers diamond is set in gold. I decided to have the diamond taken out and placed in a platinum setting. I cleared the idea with my grandmother beforehand, of course.
I went to a local jewelry store about a month and a half ago that I had read rave reviews about. I showed them the diamond and we started discussing a handmade ring that I thought Lauren would love. The diamond that I had was not large but it was absolutley brilliant in its color and clarity. They let me look at it through a microscope to truly see it. Also, the price of platinum has skyrocketed since September 11th, 2001. However, jewelers have recently developed a technique to work with a medal that is almost identical to platinum. The metal is paladium. Even a good jeweler can often not tell the difference between paladium and platinum. For many many years jewelers did not use the metal for jewelry. There was an issue with the boiling point that they could not work out. But they recently figured it out. Paladium sells at a price slightly more than gold. Currently, platinum goes for about 3X that. I had the setting of the ring in paladium. I had 2 dark saphires on the side of it. Underneath the 3 stones I had the jeweler design several tear shaped carvings. Picures posted to the side.
I had decided all of this about 6 or 7 weeks ago. Anyone that knows me knows that I am not one to wait patiently on these matters. I have always taken the philosophy that there is no point in mincing words or dilly dallying over crucial issues. But I told no one. I went to the jeweler the day that I decided I was a fool in waiting to ask her to marry me. I found out that having a ring custom made takes much longer than I expected. We talked extensively about different settings, different metals, saphires and other rocks and many others things. Eventually we came away with an idea. I waited for a plastic molding to be made. This took weeks. I made suggestions to the moldings. Again I waited.
Last friday I received a phone call at about 4pm informing me that the ring was ready. I stopped into the jeweler right after work. I looked at the ring, paid and left. I thought the ring was nice but I was much too excited to sit around and appreciate it. I darted off on my bike and got home as quickly as possible. I had had many different grand ideas of how I would propose. Now that I had the ring I decided that the best thing to do was just to do it. We did not need bells and whistles.
I got home and asked Lauren if she wanted to go for a walk up Mt. Tabor. Tabor is a 700 ft extinct valcano. It is a favorite park of ours. Going up there is nothing out of the ordinary. I slyly got home and took a shower and got the ring in my cargo pocket so she would not notice it. We walked around the park as we normally do. We got to the top of the park and stopped at a favorite spot of ours. There is a park bench that faces west over downtown. Around 6-7, when we were there, the sun sets over the city and the view is absolutely stunning. We had a very casual conversation. We discussed life, happiness, the casual and the mundane. It was a good conversation. It was deep. But it was nothing out of the ordinary. At a lull in the conversation I got down on one knee pulled out the box, opened it and said, "Lauren, I love you will you marry me". She laughed and said "are you joking". I stood kneeling there with the ring in hand. She asked again if I was joking. Again I stood there. She said yes. And that was that.
The ring is absolutely stunning. I am very thankful to my grandmother for giving me the diamond. It saved us alot of money. But, more than that, it is a family heirloom. It is something that Lauren can wear for many many years and pass on to her grandchildren one day. You can not put a price tag on that. I designed the majority of it myself. I tried to create the ring that I thought Lauren would like the best while working within our very limited budget. I agonized over it. I discussed ideas in length with the jeweler. The result was, in my humble opinion, absolutely stunning.
Only a few days after I proposed I finally got the 'good' job offer that I had been waiting for.
Funny how things turn out.
I am getting married.
I have never made a better decision.