Background: for those of you who don't know, my wedding rings are wonderfully meaningful to me.
My engagement ring is a family heirloom from Brian's family and I love that it signified me becoming a part of his family. It doesn't hurt that it's also a gorgeous art deco 1920's piece made up of diamonds and Burmese rubies... I always wear it on my right hand.
My wedding band belonged to my grandmother. She passed away the winter before we got married, and it was like having her with me on our wedding day. I always wear it on my left hand.
Anyway, because my rings are so different, I wear my engagement ring on my right hand and my band on the left. It's never bothered me a bit, though sometimes people do ask if have an engagement ring (this actually only actually happened in DC where engagement rings tend to rival ice cubes in size).
Over the last few weeks Brian was working with my mom to come up with the right way to celebrate 5 years and 2 kids and had this baby made for me.
The stones (CZ (I have an issue with the new diamonds), and emerald) stand for the kids' birthstones. I seriously couldn't love it more. Each of my rings connects me to my own, his, and now our little family. What a lucky lady I am. I wouldn't say that I'm a huge jewelry person, I pretty much wear the same necklace about 355 days of the year (ok, maybe I'm just lazy), but with rings like this, who needs other accessories?
P.S. Close up pictures of my hands look weird.
Oh my gosh SO pretty! Love it!! Good move, Bri!!
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