Luckily, a creative artist has given us an alternative: the Custom Ring Bowl. Have the bowl customized with words that are special to you and your fiancé (yes, anything you want!) and then later display it in your home. And, at just $22.50, you’re not going to break the bank. It’s a lovely reminder of a very key moment in your lives.
Because, really, were you going to put your ring bearer’s pillow on your bookshelf? Probably not.
Life’s been a bit stressful lately and so my husband and I decided to get away, just for one day and one night, to focus our minds on nicer things. Given that Napa is only 30 minutes from our house, it seemed an inspired choice.
But…where to go? There are so many options in the Napa and Sonoma Wine Country, both for wedding locations and for lovely places to stay. We decided, just this time, to forgo the spa/resort route (though, I love me some spa!) and instead chose the super-cozy and yet boutiquey Cottages of Napa Valley.
Within minutes of entering our sweet, private cottage—complete with small (and yet well-outfitted) kitchen and sitting area, I knew that this would be my new recommendation for a honeymoon location in the Napa area. The Cottages are just the perfect spot for those first few days after your wedding: You have everything you need to stay inside and not see the light of day for as long as you want, but, if you do decide to leave your getaway, it’s close to tons of great wineries and restaurants. And, it’s well priced for the region.
We indulged in a wonderful in-cottage couples massage, which the folks at the Cottages of Napa Valley set up for us. The friendly Cottages staff also made our dinner and lunch reservations (we had fantastic meals at Tra Vigne and Brix respectively) and gave us helpful, insider tips for the best places to do some shopping and wine-tasting (we loved Nicholson Ranch – which, by the way, is a great wedding location, too).
Bonus: each morning, a large basket of yummy baked goods, fruit and juices from Bouchon Bakery is delivered with the day’s paper. A lazy morning, husband at my side, book, coffee, baked goods close by…That’s about as relaxing as things can get and just what we needed.
I lost my wedding ring the other day. It was only for a short time and everything is fine now, but while it was gone, I learned a few things about myself.
I was running at our local track last weekend with my husband when my hands started to swell up a bit with the heat and exertion. I tugged at my ring thinking I’d just take it off for a second. I was being very careful about removing it, but, I had to tug so hard to get it off that the ring flew out of my hand and rolled, quicker than any object has ever rolled, into the teensy tiny, 1/2 inch thick grate at the base of the track. There it rested about 8 inches below. It was well out of my reach, but the sun made it glint just enough to tell me where it was.
My first reaction? Did I calmly start to formulate a plan to retrieve the ring? Did I ponder in a Zen-like way that the ring was only a piece of jewelry (I should tell you my husband and I wear matching etched bands, so no diamonds were involved here) and losing it doesn’t mean anything other than that I lost a piece of metal? Nope. I, in all my 34-year-old maturity, burst into tears like a toddler.
It’s hard to describe how utterly lost I felt in those moments. That ring, I realized, means more to me than any other possession I own, no matter that I own other things that have higher monetary value. That ring was my physical acknowledgment of my love for Johnnie and that we wore matching ones was indescribably important to me. That ring went on my hand almost 7 years ago and I want to die with the very same one on my finger and no other could replace it. I stood there crying, waiting for my husband to come help me rescue it.
He did, by the way, with a very MacGyver-esque move that actually involved chewing gum and a straw. Not kidding. I jumped in his arms when he pulled it out of the grate and hugged him for minutes. I could not have been happier if you’d given me a million dollars.
Is that silly? Am I overly attached to a stupid, petty circle of silver? Maybe, but just try to wrestle it off my finger.