Though my S.O. and I have only been dating for less time than people think they should be in order to cross this line, we went to Littman’s and picked out a ring! (Don’t mind the nasty nail polish on my fingers...) He actually just got the message a few days ago that it is back in the store after being sent out to be sized to a 5 3/4. Yes, I do have VERY skinny fingers but the weird thing is, I have worn a size 7 ring for most of my adult life yet when they sized me, it was a 5 3/4.

Regardless, he states he is going to pick it up soon-ish without me knowing when and then hopefully, ask my Mothers permission to ask for my hand in marriage!

Little backstory: I grew up without a Father. The relationship between my Mother and him was basically a one night stand and after that, they just forgot about one another. I don’t believe he even knows I exist and my Mother doesn’t even remember his name even if she wanted to tell him. Regardless, I don’t care. My Mother was and is the greatest Father-figure a girl could ask for and to this day, I am happy to celebrate and call her both my Mother and Father.

I am giddy rite now actually telling people - it’s unreal!