He had it made for me -- a surprise -- by an artist friend. The pearl and some of the gold is from a beautiful ring that was his mother's. The sentimental, family heirloom gathering, I'll never meet my mother-in-law part of me had a brief moment of profound sadness when I learned that it was sacrificed, but there wasn't much to be done about it after the fact. And this one, well, it's sort of breathtakingly spectacular!
I experienced no sadness whatsoever about the sacrifice of the ring from his first marriage to the cause.
When he gave it to me, I immediately noticed and commented on the fact that in their work the man is bending forward while the woman is bending backwards and just what's that supposed to mean, but I laughed... and continue to laugh.
The pearl is rather hideously glued at the moment, but it fell out once and, well, it's stuck pretty good again. It's sort of a funny story (now) from quite a few years ago -- when the girls were little and my house was seemingly carpeted with Barbie shoes, Legos, Polly Pocket paraphenalia, and beads -- lots and lots of beads of all colors, shapes, and sizes. I was in a hurry one day and kicked a bead to the side with my foot on my way through the kitchen. It was one of those things that I did without even thinking and, to be completely honest, I'm amazed that it even registered, but when I discovered a few hours later that the pearl was missing from my ring, I knew! That wasn't a stray bead, it was my -- his mother's -- pearl!