Yes my friends - Mother’s Day should sparkle - at least for me.  And yes, I am that shallow.  In addition to handcrafted items and poorly written but charming poems, I want something special.  I probably need an intervention.  I’ve yet to meet a watch or a diamond I didn‘t love. 

It’s been 2 years since my last major purchase - like it?

I love this engagement ring and other than the fact that if I’m not careful I can put my eye out with it because it sits up so high, I like that it’s different.  The center stone is my third diamond.  My darling husband happens to be great at the concept of the upgrade.  My favorite diamond shopping moment came years ago when a sales lady was showing us a stone and I (stupidly) said, “It looks too big on my finger.” 

Sales Lady stiffened, reached out and patted my hand and said, “Honey, there is no such thing as a diamond that’s too big.”

I’ve adopted that as my motto.

So this year, my usually totally prepped hubby blew it and he’s off on a vacation - yes, we vacation apart when there’s a place or thing one of us wants to do but the other isn’t interested.  I didn’t want to watch people throw pots in Taos, NM.  I’ve been to the Grand Canyon and no offense intended - I’m a beach person, not big on the desert.  His trip is some sort of semi-organized circle through the western US.  He’s having a great time, calling me from hot air balloons, and hiking around Red Rock.  I’m glad he’s enjoying his trip.  He’d probably be enjoying it a lot more if he’d have remembered to take our daughter shopping for mommy before leaving town.

So last week Katie and I went to the mall and as we walked past jewelers, there in the window my daughter spied exceptional mommy bling.  FYI - I was so proud of her that she named pink sapphires correctly and she was only off .25 on the carat weight.  She was practically giddy as she yanked me into the store and insisted ‘we’ buy me the ring for Mother’s Day.  Who am I to argue with that kind of thinking?  So ta-da . . .

For all you Mom’s out there - celebrate yourself on Sunday!

Rhonda