We have a new guest blogger at UWM, introducing Gareth Jones aka Gaz! Gaz will be posting regularly about his and Lauren’s wedding journey, but from his perspective. We are delighted to welcome Gaz to the team, and hope you enjoy his series of blogs on weddings from the groom. Over to Gaz…..
Don’t worry, I’m not here to play the bleeding heart and insist everyone pays attention to me too – I can get that from my mum next time I see her! I know it’s all about the bride when it comes to the wedding day.
In this series, I’ll take you through my own preparation from a groom’s point of view. Our wedding date is set for late 2016 and there seems to be a mountain of things to tick off, agree on and arrange. But like many good stories, I guess the best place to start is at the beginning – buying the engagement ring…
I’ve always seen the phrase ‘You only do it once’ as a motivator to try out new things, whether it’s holidays, new jobs or moving house. But as I set off that morning to the local diamond district, a whole new meaning seemed to creep in. One that said ‘don’t mess this up!’
Having never stepped foot inside a jewellers shop in my entire life, doing so with the purpose of asking my girlfriend to be my wife scared the living daylights out of me. Not to mention the fact I had no idea of what I was doing.
Where to start? So much choice and not a clue where to begin. I can’t be the only man to admit the one thing I know about engagement rings is that there’s a diamond somewhere in the mix. After that, I’m pretty much guessing. Round? Goes on the finger? Yeah, sounds about right.
Luckily, engagement rings had been one of many conversation points over the past few months; lazily watching Netflix in our pyjamas and talking about our future kids’ names was a Sunday afternoon ritual for us. So at least I had some inkling of what she wanted.
I say some, because all I could remember as I walked up to the first shop was ‘Princess cut. Just remember Princess cut. Or is it called Prince’s cut? Oh no, what the hell would a Prince want with an engagement ring? Is that the done thing behind the doors of Buckingham Palace? Did Prince William get one when he and Kate got engaged? Why is the sales assistant looking at me weirdly’.
When you think that more and more hopeful grooms-to-be are opting for alternatives to diamonds (pearls and sapphires were just a handful that I’d seen before my trip), the list of options grows for the un-educated like me. What to choose just became more complicated than the instructions for our IKEA wardrobe (which still seems to tilt too much to the left for my liking).
Luckily, I managed to spend the day with one of her childhood friends, so any help was on safe ground. When you’re looking at a choice of a tray of slightly-different-but-still-the-same rings, having a second opinion really helps. Also, free hand model! In the end, having whittled it down to two choices – and finding out there’s no such thing as a Prince’s diamond – I eventually picked what I knew was my future wife’s ring. I took the grin and excited squeal from her friend as approval.
As we sat down for a celebratory glass of Prosecco in the pub across the road and checked for the twentieth time that the ring was securely in my bag, the next question came up. ‘Do you know where you’re going to propose?’ Nodding and thinking about how I was going to pull it off, I had a sudden realisation…Things had just got real.
We are so excited at UWM to join Gareth and Lauren on their journey, keep your eyes peeled for the next installment!