When I was getting married, the ring was the last thing I thought about. I think it was about a month before the wedding before it dawned on my fiancé and me that the rings didn’t just magically appear on the ring bearer’s pillow (which, ironically, I had thought enough about to get from my sister).
Now, I’m happy with my wedding ring, and I assume my husband is as well, but I can’t say I have the same affection for it that I do for my engagement ring. If you’re looking for something a little more from your ring, you might be interested in having your fiancé make yours instead of just picking it out. You'll return the favor by making his:
That has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?