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wedding bells in paradise.

I have a story to tell you.  

It kind of started in July, maybe August I can’t remember but Gavin probably would.  At least once a week, Gav had started to ask me to marry him, mostly in jest but somewhat serious.  I kept telling him, “One day” or “Gotta put a ring on it!”  One day, while we were talking, he in Kelowna, me in Calgary, he said he had a crazy idea for his next visit.  “How would you feel about looking at rings?” he said.  Of course I was on board, and somewhat in disbelief that this was for serious, I was going with the man I loved to look at real live engagement rings because I wanted to marry him, and he wanted to marry me!  So by his next visit, we had a list of places to check out and were ready to get educated in diamond-choosing.  A couple we found that we liked (well, I liked.  You know Gav, “Anything you want, Chels.”) and one that I fell in love with.  I had told him he knew what I liked and I didn’t want to know anything he was planning.  We left it at that for a bit I guess, and the weekly proposals continued with less jest and more seriousness.



For those who did not yet have the privilege of knowing Gavin, he was a man of action.  If something was in his head to do, or he wanted something, it got done.  Also, he seemed to have connections everywhere, even in Calgary where he’d only just moved to.  For Gavin, these same qualities held true for engagement rings, it seems.  What I wasn’t entirely aware of was that before Gav went up to work, he even had a connection for beautiful diamonds.  Gavin had sent a photo of one of the rings we had tried, along with some other useful information to a friend through whom he would purchase said ring.  After Gav’s accident, the parties involved proceeded with his request.

Here is the breath-taking gift I received this Christmas and it is perfect.

To the people involved in me receiving this ring, I cannot thank you enough.  My heart is so deeply touched and overwhelmed, words are simply not enough.  My mom said, "The quality of a man can be seen in his friends."  Nailed it, I'd say.  Wearing this treasure truly is a symbol of Gavin’s love.  It saddens me to not feel the excitement and hope that is supposed to come with a ring like this.  Engagement parties, bridal showers, wedding planning, a white dress, “I do”... none of that will come with this one.  Most of all, Gavin is missing from this ring.  I have a sneaking suspicion he had something in mind for around this time of year anyway ... I can’t decided if that makes me more or less sad.  I can’t really tell the difference anymore.
I feel a little like an impostor.  I have this jewel, but am alone.  I guess it’s more a symbol of where my heart is.  My heart is Gavin’s, and everyone can know.  Besides, he wanted me to show it off anyway, I don’t see why that should change.  So show it off I will, because he was proud of it, and Lord knows he is proud to have me.  So feast your eyes on this rock!!

 Thank you, Gavin.  I will love you forever and for always, no matter what.


-chelsea.

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