I put my engagement ring on for the first time Saturday. I was euphoric.

It was beautiful — simple, elegant, restrained: a square-cut, rosé-colored garnet in a ribbon of white gold.

It fit tightly, like a hug.

The weight of it shocked me. I’ve worn rings before — stacked silver rings that adorned my hands like medieval gauntlets. None, not even all together, felt as heavy as this.

This, I thought, was psychological weight. This was the enormity of my engagement catching up to me. This was the weight of his love, his trust, his commitment — his very heart — resting on my hand.

The human heart is a strange place.

Mine was full to bursting with happiness and sobering responsibility at the same time. Sugar and salt at once. Laughing and crying simultaneously.

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