Under pressure from my shiny rocks

My ring is one of kind. My fianc� had it designed for me, using heirloom gold (including his great-grandmother's wedding ring, and an Austrian ducat). The stones are held up by a setting of delicate leaves, and the band features a mountain range (we love to hike and camp. Plus we met at the New York Renaissance Faire, which is situated within Sterling Forest. Beyond nerds. You have no idea.)

I could gush on and on about how much I love my engagement ring, but that's not the real reason I'm posting this.

None of my stones are diamonds (emerald and moissanites). And all of them are "created". In a lab. Conflict free. You can read here about the nastiness of the conventional diamond.

I tried to keep it quiet at work, basically due to the fact that I was immediately bombarded with "WHEN are you getting married?!" as soon as my finger refracted a little light. And I sputter, "I don't know".

I am ready to be committed to Dave; I already am. He shares room in my soul. I will wear the white dress, eat the cake, dance the dance, when I have time. There is so much pressure to plan. 

Slowly but surely, I am inching my way in.