It's my (kinda) favorite

Getting real with you: my engagement ring is not what I would have picked out. There, I said it. (whew!) It's kinda like that awesome person you try to hook your friends up with. You know, the "He's a great guy" sort of thing. Or "she's got such an incredible inner beauty". Not Mr. Handsome, but wonderful none-the less. That's my ring. And in the wedding world, admitting that somehow seems dirty.

Mr. Tango searched for a ring without me knowing. I had no idea a proposal was coming, as we had only been together about 10 months or so. There was never a doubt we'd get married, but I figured we'd move to the U.S. before doing so. I was wrong, and absolutely adore the fact that the proposal was a total suprise.

(My ring, from a distance)

The proposal was incredible and the ring is beautiful (see above for proof). I love it and wouldn't change it for the world. I know how much effort he put into finding the 'perfect' ring for me, and appreciate more than I can say what this ring represents. I would never dream of replacing it. That said, it is somehow freeing to just admit (to myself) that aethetically, it's not the style I would have picked out on my own. It has nothing to do with size or money - it's just not exactly my style.

That's not necessarily a bad thing. It might even be for the better. I mean, have you seen my lack of a fashion sense? More importantly, it symbolizes that Mr. Tango is with me all the time. Marriage is about us, and I think that's what this ring represents.

Did you help pick out your ring? Am I the only one that feels dirty for admitting it's not my personal style?