It's been all of (almost) four months since my husband and I tied our happy little knot. We're both of Irish decent, and we both had always dreamed of going to Ireland. So not ten minutes after he proposed, he asked me, "Do you know where we should go for our honeymoon?"
Of course, he asked with a particular country in mind. And my answer was perfect.
So we planned our trip to the Emerald Isle, where we drove across the country. And along the way, I would ask him for his wedding band.
"Why do you keep asking for my ring?" he asked me.
Well, love, this is why.