Ring bearer

We are such good girls, carefully storing our wedding bands in our underwear drawer until the big day, separately and secretly removing the boxes to look at the diamond glint.

Scratch that. We were such good girls.

After consulting Kelley in the shower this morning, we aren't quite sure what moved us over the tipping point. But Friday night, we lit some candles, popped open a bottle of wine, sat on opposite ends of the couch with our toes mingling in the center and exchanged our rings. It wasn't as romantic as that scene in "Cold Mountain" where Nicole Kidman and Jude Law say "I marry you" three times and then consummate the marriage. I was wearing monkey-print flannel pajamas afterall. But it was our own brand of romance, explaining why we just couldn't wait to wear the rings any longer.

In short, we are ready. We are planning this thing together. We are talking to our families about it together (make that my family; we are talking about why we aren't talking to Kelley's family together). We are happy and close and wearing the rings reminds us of that.

Oh, yes, we also are bad about waiting to open gifts.