The sparkly lining

I am hopeful. My Korean name is Sang Hee, which means, "There will always be great hope."

My father stood firmly against my relationship with Taer for years. And now the absolute "no" has amazingly become a "maybe." Forcing me into submission had worked in the past, but this time I wouldn't have backed down. I didn't want to be disowned from the family I so loved, but I was ready for it. I could do it if that's what it took. Because while I was scared, I was sure of what was right. And now there is hope.

I am thankful for everyone's support. I need it. I am able to keep my spirits up because of it. What should be a joyous time for us has been bittersweet, but when we are finally and truly together for life, our union will be that much more blessed because we have fought so hard for it. I would fight even harder if I could. I would suffer anything for my Taer. My love.

We are still not sure of our parents' acceptance, but I am trying to focus on the positive. And one positive thing for me is that I am lost in adoration of my ring! I don't mean to come across like a materialistic woman who is only concerned with the size of the rock on my hand. I can honestly say I would be equally ecstatic with a silver piece from a street vendor in Chile (part of an alternate plan Taer had in mind which I'll share sometime later).

Other women have said that they also gazed constantly at their own hands when they were newly engaged. It's normal. For me, with Taer still so physically far away, the ring and all it signifies gives me an even greater sense of emotional closeness. I am his, and he is mine. I can't wait for the day when I will be lost in adoration of his face instead of this ring. I would trade it in to be with him today.

But since that is not possible, and since people have asked to see it, I'll share the object which has me mesmorized. It's perfect.
The cut is called asscher, and it's in a pave setting. (All of this probably means nothing to most boys reading this.) In this last picture, I'm holding a bottle of my favorite wine, Ridge (Geyserville).