35 years ago, when we'd been dating less than a month, my dearly beloved bought me this ring. It's a 1/4 carat ruby in a 6 prong, plain setting. I was stunned.
Two of the prongs are gone. I sent it to my jeweler to be repaired, and he refused. The stone's scratched up, he said. The stone's chipped, he said. It's not worth the $180 I will charge to fix it, he said. But to me, the sentiment was worth far more than that, especially since he was telling me this 3 days after my dearly beloved returned from the hospital, one short week after I could have lost him forever.
My beloved could tell I was unhappy, although he didn't hear this conversation. When I told him of the conversation, he told me to show him that jewelry site I like, so he could see ruby rings in yellow gold.
And he chose this one for me. How lucky I am that he thinks of me, even when he's suffering. How lucky I am to have not lost him one month ago today.
I hope your special someone made your Valentine's Day just as happy as mine!
(The cake I made for my dearly beloved is coming in a day or 2, I promise. It was as pretty as my ring!)