This is stretching the topic a bit, but I'm gonna tell my story anyway.
When my wife and I got married we went to Vegas, just the two of us. We didn't even bother to go to one of the chapels, we just found a justice of the peace to perform the dastardly deed. Other than the fact that my knees were weak, I was sweating nervously and my head was spinning, the little ceremony went well. Just the JP, his secretary as a witness and the two of us. Yep, all was fine until he got to the part where I was supposed to place the ring on my bride's finger. Ring? What ring? My wife (to soon be) pulled a ring off her finger that her grandmother had given her and handed it to me. I placed it on the appropriate finger after dropping it twice. The ceremony was finished and we were pronounced slave and mistress, I mean man and wife.
When we got back to L.A. later that day we stopped in one of the original mega stores, which no longer exists, went to the jewelry counter and my new bride picked out a simple gold wedding band for $48.
Over the years we had our ups and downs but one thing always remained constant, my wife wanted a diamond wedding ring set. Unfortunately, we never seemed to be able to save up the money for the ring. Neither one of us thought it would be prudent to put it on a credit card since there always seemed to be something more pressing to use our money on, like reroofing the house, fixing the car, repairing the washing machine or, later on, buying "stuff" for the kids.
I went over our finances a couple of months ago and, by golly, we can afford to buy her the diamond rings she has always wanted. I rushed out onto the front porch to tell her the good news and she looked at me like I was nuts. She held up her left hand with that time worn gold band on her ring finger and said she wouldn't wear any other ring for anything. Through the ups and downs, the good and bad, the sickness and the health, that ring had been on her finger as a symbol of our marriage.
This coming September will mark our 30th anniversary.