Now that Daniel has told the story of how my ring was made, it only seems appropriate to tell the story of how it ended up on my finger. As I sat down to write that story, though, I realized that it’s very long (at least when I tell it). So I’ve decided to tell this story in installments. After all, that’s how the “story” was revealed to me. 😉

Part 1:

In May, Daniel and I were watching the series finale of LOST. I was playfully bothering him and he was pretending to be annoyed.

“You love me, though.” I reminded him

Sigh. “Yes, I do,” he begrudgingly admitted. “I don’t know why, but I do.”

“You’d better know why you love me! I think you owe me 100 reasons just for saying that. You should give me 10 reasons a day for 10 days.”

“Ok.”
I wasn’t expecting that.

“But only one reason a day for 100 days.”

My brain did some quick math. Three and a half months seemed long enough to end in about August or September–which is when Daniel had hinted vaguely that the ring would be ready. I smiled as acceptance of this deal and we left the rest unspoken.