Luckiest girl in the world

In 1967 I went to a Carnival and got my fortune from the “Madame Zelda” automated booth. A slip of paper spewed out with the guiding words that the onyx stone was my lucky stone, and I should wear it and good fortune would follow. So I began badgering my parents to get me the needed ring; which they did, for my 12th birthday at the Old Mill Restaurant in Westminster. It was put in my water glass when I went to the Ladies’ Room, and when I came back and saw it, I thought our waitress must have accidently lost it.
Fast-forward to 2009 right before Valentines’ Day. We were in the jeweler’s shop getting my engagement ring repaired and I saw this fabulous onyx ring. I REALLY wanted it, but knew it was a luxury I didn’t need–I already had all the luck and good fortune anyone could want! But I kept thinking about it (ok, obsessing about it) over the next few months…(“This ring I’m wearing now is only a place-holder for the onyx…” “maybe we could spend 10 days instead of 2 weeks in London and get my ring with the savings…”).
Unbeknownst to me, Rich had purchased it almost immediately after I first saw it, and was saving it for our 33rd anniversary trip. The dilemma for him was when to present it, so he ended up carrying it around in his pocket for almost the whole week. (I should have guessed something was up when he was burdened with luggage and asked me to get the hotel key out of his pocket, then as I went to reach in, he immediately jumped back and said, “Nevermind! I’ve got it!” as he remembered what else was in that same pocket…)
We actually went to the Old Mill Restaurant of family tradition, but it wasn’t quite our anniversary yet…We ate in the Singapore where we got engaged, but it wasn’t quite classy enough. Finally, the Longfellow’s Wayside Inn was both the right date and the right tone for the romantic gesture. Perfect! I was so excited! I’m so lucky to have married my thoughtful, romantic sweetheart!

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About Gail

Genealogist, librarian, traveler, runner, grandma, Mormon, Missionary
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