Promises, Promises

12 Jan

IMG_0088I thought I’d tell you about two of my Christmas presents: the tourmaline necklace and emerald ring (no, it wasn’t my usual hyperbole; I really did receive a ton of gifts).

Our story begins a long time ago in a continent far, far away…the Hub was in Madagascar on business.  He was always away on business, which meant he spent half his time shopping for guilt presents for me and then only child Baby Boy.  

Browsing a huge market, he came across a stall selling precious and semi-precious stones.  He bought four for around R10 (roughly 2-3 pounds/dollars), including the tourmaline and emerald.

When he first gave them to me, he promised to have the emerald set in a ring as soon as we had some spare cash.  That was twenty-four years ago.

Life happened: we bought a house; he started his own business; we had another baby; we left South Africa; he became ill, etc., etc.  The stones languished in my jewellery box, forgotten, I thought.  I wasn’t particularly bothered; he bought the stones on a market stall – I wasn’t convinced it was even a real emerald.

Fast forward twenty-four years.  It was three weeks before Christmas.  The Hub raided my jewellery box and took the two stones to a local jeweller.  He figured that if he was getting one stone set, he might get a deal on another.  The jeweller was impressed by the emerald – rare colouring these days, apparently; and of very good quality.

The Hub was specific about the setting, because he knows I’m specific about jewellery – I don’t do big or bulky or fancy or showy.  I have a small frame and small hands and I like delicate and dainty and not too much of anything.

He went to collect them the day before Christmas Eve.  The  tourmaline necklace was perfect.  The emerald ring…not so much.  The setting was fancy; too fancy for this Hub’s wife, he knew.  He was adamant that it be re-set in time for Christmas.

It took the jeweller three weeks to get it wrong and 24 hours to get it right.  The Hub collected the ring in its new setting on Christmas Eve, packed it in a giant box to throw me off the scent, and had one spectacularly happy spouse on Christmas morning.

It took twenty-four years but the man kept a small promise he made to me.  That was the real Christmas gift.

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22 Responses to “Promises, Promises”

  1. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com January 12, 2016 at 18:01 #

    A fantastically touching story, Well done Hub – you really know how to please a girl.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. slpmartin January 12, 2016 at 18:22 #

    Ah…a man of his word…indeed a lovely story.

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  3. Deborah the Closet Monster January 12, 2016 at 18:40 #

    So much love in this, I am beaming … just a tiny bit tearfully!

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  4. Grannymar January 12, 2016 at 18:59 #

    Tilly, you are blessed.

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  5. katharinetrauger January 12, 2016 at 20:11 #

    How very precious these precious stones become when we value the love (blood, sweat, tears) behind them! Yay to hubs for doing the right thing! 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Ron. January 12, 2016 at 22:28 #

    Love. Ain’t it grand?

    Liked by 1 person

  7. laurieanichols January 13, 2016 at 02:31 #

    A beautiful sub chapter in one of my favorite love stories 😀 The Hub is so romantic. 😀 You deserve every wonderful present he gets you Tilly 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  8. tskraghu January 13, 2016 at 03:48 #

    the ring looks fab. necklace? bless you!

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  9. Debra January 13, 2016 at 07:39 #

    Your story just makes me happy! Very precious indeed! Thank you for sharing with us. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Janie Jones January 13, 2016 at 11:30 #

    How deeply touching! I imagine this will be a tough one to top!

    Liked by 1 person

  11. judyt54 January 13, 2016 at 14:26 #

    beautiful ring, and story, and I’d hang on to him, Tilly. He’s special. But then you knew that. And obviously he doesn’t forget the important stuff, even if it’s 24 years later.

    All that business between the stone and the ring, and he never forgot that.

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  12. beeblu January 13, 2016 at 22:11 #

    He’s a keeper, that man.

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  13. Tom Merriman January 13, 2016 at 22:48 #

    All good things come to those who wait, Tilly!

    Liked by 1 person

  14. sharechair January 14, 2016 at 01:24 #

    Awwww….. that’s beautiful! (both the story and the ring!) So so sweet.

    Like

  15. formance January 14, 2016 at 17:24 #

    what a sweet surprise. you two are adorable.

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Al January 15, 2016 at 19:35 #

    You rocked the rock, Hub!

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  17. Rorybore January 17, 2016 at 17:12 #

    I love the simplicity of the emerald setting. I think that is much more elegant than big and showy. It looks fabulous. My birthday is May too… and I’m still waiting for my emerald too. What is it they say about Taurus and patience? ha.

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