Hearts on fire

The other day a friend and I went into this jewelry store to get her ring sized. Normally I feel really self-conscience in jewelry stores, although I'm not entirely sure why. I'm not one of those girls that feels the need to send my husband into debt buying me jewelry, but I will admit I did fall slightly under the spell of all those sparkling gems when I entered the lobby. The strategic lighting is just soft enough that your eyes gravitate to the faceted colors of all the treasures in the cases. The atmosphere was calm and the warm heater was a nice break from the unusual windy Colorado weather. I don't think it was at all a coincidence that I felt I could have stayed and browsed for the remainder of the evening. The sales lady was aloof for the most part, but this gave me the opportunity to educate myself on the science behind gemology and, as I learned, "diamontology." The lady carefully studied the ring and took out a variety of tools, but spoke very little. That was until the inspection was done, the pricing was arranged, and she put on her real "sales hat." She then introduced, to our gazing eyes, the incredible "hearts on fire" diamond. She knew more history on this particular cut than most people do about the history of our country. There was no doubt that it was beautiful and yet I couldn't help but wonder how is it that they can still be discovering new ways to cut a diamond. It seems pretty obvious that a more perfect and symmetrical prism makes for more reflection. I suppose my real issue with the whole thing was that some people spend more time trying to find the perfect diamond instead of the perfect mate! When looking around the beautiful gallery it occurred to me that my intimidation was based on me comparing myself to what I was surrounded by. Comparing my possessions to all of those. My rings are humble and charming. They aren't the perfect cut and they were never draped on blue velvet being awed by jewelry store clerks. They were, however, given to me by someone beautiful and a true work of God's art. Our love has been molded into a perfect form; delicate and balanced. It was upon realizing this that the cases seemed to dim and my own hand began to gleam. These rings on my finger will always symbolize my heart on fire.