The Story of the Rings
When John and I got married, it was up to me to choose his wedding ring. Me being the Elvis fan I am, I had just finished reading Elvis: A to Z, where I learned that Elvis loved black star sapphire rings. That sealed it. I went to Goodman Jewelers in Northtown Mall, in Blaine, Minnesota, and picked out a black star sapphire ring for John. Fast forward a number of years. One day, John went along with a buddy to help someone with car trouble. While working, he slipped his wedding ring into his front jeans pocket for safekeeping. Later, he dropped his keys into that same pocket. At some point that day, his ring was gone. We were both devastated. Losing a ring is hard enough, but this one carried a story with it, and it felt like a piece of us had been misplaced. We replaced it with a tungsten band. It was sturdy, practical, and did its job. But the black star sapphire always lingered in our hearts. Then, about three years ago, I was scrolling on eBay and nearly fell out of my chai...