Legend of the Engagement Ring
Recently, CJ’s mother handed her a bundle of cards she’d been keeping…apparently her mother had been going through her archive of stuff saved and wanted CJ to have them.
Among the items was an especially old Hallmark card.
CJ wanted to share this piece of the long-ago past with you today. June is a popular wedding month, so it seemed appropriate.
We hope that you are charmed by the legend behind the custom of giving the engagement ring.
We found it intriguing and very romantic, too.
The Legend of the Engagement Ring
Long ago, in ancient Egypt, a Pharaoh fell in love with a beautiful young princess. Because of her youth, the princess’s father refused consent to their marriage. The Pharaoh, being a wise man, desired to have the father’s blessing, and so agreed to wait until the princess was of age. His love for her grew daily and he longed for some way to show his devotion to her while he was waiting for their marriage.
So he called in the royal jewelers and told them to search the land for the most precious stone in existence. The Pharaoh had the stone mounted on a ring of gold and took it to his loved one. As he slipped the ring on her finger, he told her, “Until I can place a wedding band on your finger and claim you for my bride, wear this ring as a reminder of my devotion. Just as the gem is priceless, so is my love for you.”
And down through the ages, the engagement ring has served as a pledge of true love and as a symbol to the rest of the world that two people have chosen to spend their lives together.
From the writings of Amenophis II- 7th Pharaoh of the 18th Dynasty of Egypt
For a little bit of fun, we are including some links relevant to the topic:
Alas, all of this ring stuff makes for a rather sad realization …CJ married once, to the wrong guy, really didn’t have a ring set such as she really deserved…but then again, she didn’t have the kind of husband such as she deserved…touché!
She fully claims ownership of her choice to make that mistake…it was her own fault that she settled on less than she deserved.
Sometimes she thinks about the mistake she made in that choice. On rare days, with an occasion befitting some finery that she wishes she had, she vows to herself that she will indeed go to her grave with a nice bauble on her hand, even if it kills her, come hell or high water.
She thinks it is a joy she should experience once…a joy of having something exquisite and expensive (a material possession) which can, even for just a moment or two, make her feel as special and precious as it is…a confirmation that she is worthy and deserving of such an experience.
All girls dream of getting to be a Princess, right?
But she realizes that it’s just a “thing” and she’s truly not been a “thing” kind of girl, ever.
Besides, there’s little chance she’ll be a Princess, in this life…but she doesn’t rule it out entirely, in case should there be a next life.
©2014, C.S. Thompson.