In honor of our exquisite new Brian Gavin Signature Cushion Cut Diamond, we are celebrating the love stories in your life. Whether you're popping the question or popping open a 25th anniversary bottle, your love story is timeless, romantic and uniquely yours.
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At the tender age of 20, I met a man with an eyebrow ring and a foreign accent who completely swept me off my feet. I made the monumental decision to relocate to his home, 11,000 miles away from everyone and everything I knew. The bliss of youthful adoration!When that relationship fell to pieces, I was left devastated and abandoned. No family. No friends. Few acquaintances. I could hardly find my own way to the grocery store! My accent stood out, and explaining to strangers how I had ended up in their country only rubbed salt in my emotional wounds. It was a truly painful time, lost and brokenhearted.After a few weeks, my work colleagues started to take an interest in getting me back on my feet. One was the drummer in a band that played in a downtown pub every weekend. He asked after me at work, made sure I was invited to the bar, kept track of me throughout those nights out, and often took it upon himself to drive me home at the end of the evening. Over the winter we became friends, shopping together and taking my dogs to the beach on warm days.Along the way, we slipped into a relationship. His friendship, support, and unending concern for my happiness and well-being were priceless. In a matter of six months, he had taken someone who was broken, and put me back together without hesitation or expectation.Six years together, two years married, and my husband is still my guiding star. When I was lost and alone, he found me, patched me up and showed me the way back to a loving home.
My Aunt Jane was an incredible Guiding Star in my life. Growing up, I always wanted to do exactly what she did. She was a labor/delivery RN, I wanted to be one too. She was 5'10", I wanted to be 5'10" (but I only made it to 5'9"). She was a shining example of selflessness and a giving heart. She was diagnosed with breast cancer five years ago, and we lost her last week. One of the things that everyone has remarked on since has been her refusal to let cancer change who she was. She never wallowed and never pouted. She continued to be more concerned about what she could do for others than herself. A few years in to her treatment, she came and helped me deliver my first child. She held my hand, she rubbed my back, and I know I could not have done it without her. She must have been so exhausted, but she never said so. I recently gave birth to a daughter that I named in her honor. She was too sick to attend the birth, but a few weeks before she passed I was visiting with the baby. Aunt Jane got on the floor to help me clean baby spit up. She was too weak to get back up herself, but she was not going to let cancer make her the kind of person that would stay in her chair when someone else needed help. When I think about the life I have before me, I know that I can only strive to be the kind of person she was. I fear that much as with her height I will never measure up; but I will continue to try because I have seen what she gave the world and the family she left behind, and I know I want to be just like her.
I moved to London, ON at the age of 25 in 2007, due to a failed life in my hometown. I was a high school drop out, my job was going nowhere, my relationship had fallen flat and I knew nothing about responsibility. All I cared about was partying and having fun.I came to London because my best friend moved here a couple years prior and begged me to come. So I did. I continued down the same path I was on back home. Partying and going out all the time. I would drink so much and so often that I would have black outs. No recollection of anything that happened at all! Scary!I was soon introduced to a band that played at the bar where my BFF worked. I discovered years later (by the drummer) that the bassist told the rest of the guys, after meeting me three times, that he was going to marry me. He did. :)He's my guiding star because I was an absolute mess when we met. In addition to all I mentioned previously, I had piles of debt, another minimum wage job and I could not for the life of me envision a real life for myself. Couldn't picture being married or having kids!He turned my life around! Believed in me, gave me a sense of self worth. I had my debt cleared up within a year. We purchased a home in 2009, got married in 2011, had our beautiful daughter in 2012 and I got my own horse this year! During our relationship, I got hired into an amazing company with tons of room for growth. Since my husband makes me want to be a better person, I took many courses and worked my butt off through five promotions in six years! If it weren't for him, I'm not sure where I'd be at this point. He was and still is my shining star leading me in the right direction.
I'm entering for my dear friend, Janel Jernigan. She is one of the most amazing individuals I know. Janel is fiercely battling melanoma for the second time. She is constantly more worried about giving her young son, Oliver, the best summer ever than worrying about herself. She's tackling chemo head on while being the best mother, wife, daughter and friend. I can't think of anyone more deserving of a Brian Gavin Diamond than Janel. To face cancer once is harrowing but TWICE is just unimaginable — but yet, it's the reality she faces daily. Janel has even written two guest posts in a magazine about her melanoma fight to get the awareness out. If I were in her shoes, I doubt I could do one-fourth of the things she's accomplished in her young life! So lets honor Janel, who IS a star in so many people's lives!
I work a minimum of nine hours a day, but usually it's more like 12 or 13. By the time I get home, I've got about 674 things to gripe about. Luckily for me, my girlfriend is as perfect as they come and doesn't mind listening to me rail about my idiot boss for 45 minutes. Well, if she does mind, she deserves an Oscar for not letting it show. But she's so much more than just a person for me to vent to. She's really a sounding board. She's astonishingly patient. She listens to my problems and always manages to come up with the most logical and even-keeled ways to deal with my trials and tribulations. Her advice is largely responsible for my sanity, and I love her with all my heart for it.
Breaking up isn't easy to deal with. OK, it's awful. I had been in a three-year relationship and I thought marriage was on the horizon. But life often has different plans, especially when you're young. My girlfriend decided to go to grad school in the Northeast and said she wanted me to date other people because it wasn't fair to me to wait for her. She told me she only wanted what was best for me and that everything would work out better for me in the end. She was right. I never dated anyone else while she was in grad school and neither did she. We celebrated our 10th anniversary last year. I guess she was pretty wise for 24.
I'm only 23 years old. I have a good job, but a lot of student loans. I also have an amazing girlfriend I am absolutely crazy about. We've been together for two years, and I'm positive I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I just had some real concerns about whether I'm financially stable enough to ask her to marry me. I was really at my wit's end and needed someone to give me some advice. I didn't want to talk to my parents because even though we have a great relationship, I feel their advice would be somewhat biased. It sounds weird, but I emailed one of my high school teachers and explained my situation. We met over coffee and talked for nearly three hours. She told me I knew exactly what I wanted and shouldn't let my fear of the unknown get in the way of the love I feel. I cried. We hugged. And I'm going to ask my girlfriend to marry me. I guess teachers keep teaching lessons long after their students leave the classroom.
My boyfriend Luke and I had been together for two amazing years, and right before Christmas 2012, we celebrated in the mountains of Banff, Alberta, Canada. We stayed at the gorgeous castle, Fairmont Banff Springs, and it was like a dream. He told me we were going to take some professional pictures to give to family members for Christmas, so he sent me into town to have my makeup done.When he came to pick me up, he seemed very distracted, and even ran two stop signs on the way! When we were driving toward the lake, he told me he had a surprise and I had to close my eyes. Let me tell you, I had my eyes closed for at least half an hour, waiting in the car! I didn't peek because I knew whatever was waiting for me was going to be worth it!He led me with my eyes closed down a path to the lake and when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was about 20 strangers with phones up, videotaping me! I looked, confused, to my right, and there he was, on one knee in the freezing snow with my ring. I looked out onto the lake and saw "Will you marry me?" written out in 300 red and white candles!!!I’m not going to lie, the first words out of my mouth were, "This is way better than Kim Kardashian's proposal!!!" Not extremely poetic, but as soon as he started asking me to marry him, I started crying and saying ‘yes’ before he was even finished! I took my glove off and jammed the ring on my finger before he could change his mind!It wasn't until much later that I actually looked at the ring and saw how amazing it was. I had never even mentioned what I wanted in a ring, but there it was, perfect, and everything I'd ever dreamed of. It was custom made by Brian Gavin, with the ideas of Luke.We are set to be married next October in Australia, where Luke grew up, and I can’t wait to share the rest of my life and adventures with him.
Travis and I fell in love with El Pez, a Spanish graffiti artist, while traveling in Barcelona. We were especially fond of two fish he drew that we would always refer to as 'Nikoufish' and 'Travisfish'.With the help of artist friend, Dual, Travis wheat pasted these El Pez fishies on the front of an old abandoned building near Downtown Houston, knowing that during a casual drive, I would see them and ask him to pull over to take a photo. Overjoyed that our fish made their way to Houston, I jumped out of the car to take photos.Travis also added a QR code in between the fishies. While admiring our fish, I requested he scan the QR code. He handed me his phone with the QR message “Nks, will you marry me?" Shocked, I turned around to find him on his knees with a ring! Of course I said yes!Afterwards, we went to Catbirds (where we had our first date) to celebrate. Travis arranged a surprise party with all our closest friends and family to celebrate our engagement. It was an incredible day!We got married six months later in an intimate wedding in Marfa, TX.
July 5, 2013 started off as any other day in our house, but ended with a new beginning.My boyfriend and I were going out to dinner, and per usual, I needed help deciding what to wear. From upstairs, I yelled down for his opinion on which heels to put on with my dress. After a few calls without so much as a single response, I stomped over to the top of stairs, two different heels in hand, to find out what he was doing that could be any more important!To my surprise, when I got to the top of the staircase, I saw a note taped to the handrail. It described how our relationship had grown from friendship to love in the two years we'd been dating. Finally, the note instructed me to follow a trail of roses.He left me eight roses in total, each with a funny/sentimental memory. After picking up the last rose at our front door, it told me to open the door. When I did, he came inside and got down on one knee. He told me how much he loved me and then asked me to marry him. I of course said, “YES!!!” I barely could see the gorgeous diamond engagement ring through my tears.Later at dinner I asked... why the front door? What made you decide to propose to me there, he said, "That's where we shared our first kiss; so it was the perfect place to ask you to spend the rest of our lives together."
Despite only being 22 at the time, I had a string of failed relationships. I was waiting for a fairytale and no man had quite fit the bill. I sunk into depression and threw myself into a life of denial. Believing that I was destined to be alone and convincing myself that I was happy with that, I gave up hope. Then, seeing my confidence plummeting, friends convinced me to join a dating site. “It will give you the boost you need and you never know who you will meet.” After chatting to several people and one horrendous date, I was back to square one. Then one evening I received the message that would change my life, “Hi.” Slightly annoyed at the lack of effort, I angrily replied, “Is that the best you can do?” After a week of chatting, I knew I was already falling for him and our first date confirmed it. We were like the same person and the connection was unbelievable. We have never since been apart. Daniel is my soul mate and my best friend, my better half and the only man I have ever been completely head over heels in love with. I continue to fall for him all over again everyday. On December 23, last year, Daniel proposed. He put together a stop-motion Lego video to tell our story, 'My Lego wedding proposal,' on YouTube. I said yes without a second thought! He is Lego-obsessed, so he made the ring himself with a single piece of purple Lego surrounding a clear stone. We have been through so much together in such a short time but our love has pulled us through. We complete each other and I couldn't live without him. We get married in 5 weeks and I cannot wait to be his wife. Life can throw what it likes at us, but we know as long as we have each other, that is all we need. I have finally found my Prince Charming.
I remember praying he would propose. We had been together three years, but I knew from the moment I met him I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. There wasn't a fancy dinner or elaborate unveiling, just the words I had been longing for, blurted out after a shared piece of cheesecake. "I can't go another day without knowing for sure we'll be together forever." I couldn't even see the ring through my tears.
I'm pretty sure my heart actually stopped when my boyfriend pulled a diamond from his jacket pocket. He said it would mean the world to him if I would accept the ring. His father's mother had given the heirloom cushion cut to him before she died and told him to give it to the person he knew he couldn't live without.
We were walking to meet some friends for dinner. We're one of those couples that always walk hand-in-hand, so it startled me when he suddenly pulled his hand away. I didn't even realize until later we were standing in almost the exact place where we met. He dropped to one knee, paying no mind to the rain-soaked cobblestones, and put the ring on my finger. I suppose that was a bit presumptuous, but really, it's not like I was going to say no.
I met my husband more than 32 years ago, and after dating for 3 months, we knew we had met our soul mates. His family was very against our relationship; however, we married a year later. We’ve been now married more than 31 years. It has not been an easy road. Both our daughters have special needs. We have also dealt with our own significant health issues, plus moving across the country. We persevered through all the trials and tribulations throughout the years, making our marriage stronger. Throughout the years, we have been there for each other — be it doctor appointments, school meetings, or finding residential placement for our daughter. For our 25th wedding anniversary, we went on a trip to Seattle and renewed our vows. I made all the arrangements including clergy and a bridal bouquet. We did not tell anyone until we got home from the trip. We wanted something special just for the two of us. He is my best friend and the love of my life. I am truly blessed.
My husband and I have been married for 15 years, but have been together for 22. Our love story really began 39 years ago when I was born. My husband and I were both born in Poland. We lived about one hour away from each other for nine years (not knowing each other as kids). We came to Canada in '83 in the same month to the same city, again not knowing each other. Then one fateful night when I was 16 we met. We dated for 7 years. Our love almost didn't survive college, and shortly after college we married when I was 23 and he was 28. About five years into our marriage, my husband became very ill, was diagnosed with a rare blood disorder and suffered severe complications where doctors didn't think he would survive. But he did. For the next five to six years after initial diagnosis and the complication that left him with chronic moderate to severe abdominal pain (with no cure), our life was nothing but the illness, and I had to work while he stayed home and suffered. This illness took everything from us and it almost took our marriage. We separated for six months. Then slowly we started to put the pieces back together. We were determined to add 'life' to our lives and we decided to travel. My husband decided that if he was going to be in pain, he might as well be in pain in Paris, Germany, South of France, Barcelona, Poland, Jamaica, and Italy. Over the last four years of our marriage we've learned to live again; and though the illness is incurable and so is the chronic pain, we've learned to put the illness no longer in the forefront. We've created dreams again and are fulfilling them one by one. Though everyday is still a struggle, we still have so many places to visit. We can truly say that we kept our vows when we said 'in sickness and in health'.
I had just broken up with my boyfriend when I met Nathan. Nathan and I went on a couple of dates before I met his roommate Josh. As soon as I met Josh, I knew we would be together. Nathan and I fizzled out quickly and Josh and I began soon after...I was due to go on holiday with my best friend to America. Josh and I thought this would be our biggest test, being in different countries for so long. While I was in the states, I missed Josh the entire time and couldn't wait to get home. The whole time I spent away I was sick. Thinking it was something I ate or my emotions running high, I continued my trip missing Josh. I returned to home to a beautiful candle lit dinner and rose petals scattered everywhere all organized by Josh. Everything was perfect and we were happy! The day after my return I was still sick and made my way to the doctor. The doctor told us we were pregnant. We initially were shocked, that didn't last long before we were overtaken with excitement. We found the perfect home to raise our baby and moved in right away. Our family and friends showered us with love and gifts and our nursery was coming together nicely. Everything was perfect! Up until some horrible pain arose and we went to the hospital hoping for the best. We had blood tests and scans, so happy just to see our beautiful little baby. We waited eight hours before we were told that we had lost our little angel. We both sobbed while we were overwhelmed with questions from doctors, Josh answered most of them because I couldn't. We went home to spend our last night together, the three of us. We cried and prayed for our baby. The next morning we arrived early at the hospital to say goodbye to our baby and to prepare for surgery. Josh was holding my hand the entire time, comforting me when everything became too much. After the surgery he was waiting for me in recovery where he had waited the entire time I was gone. The whole time at the hospital he helped me through everything, from helping me to the toilet to holding me while I cried. We went home, the two of us, and sat in our baby's room and cried. We had lost the most beautiful person we had been given. That was nearly a year ago and we're still grieving our loss, Josh still by my side. I wouldn't have made it trough that experience without Josh and I couldn't be more grateful. We've only gotten closer through it all. Our love has lasted through the pain of losing a child. Coming through that and still finding happiness, we know we can come through anything as long as we have each other.
My love story started just over a year ago when I found out I was pregnant with my first child. From the moment I saw that blue line on the test I thought I could never love something or someone so unconditionally in life. But as time went on and my belly grew, so did the love in my heart that I felt for my growing baby inside me. Then on December 19th, 2012, my beautiful son was born; and as I looked into his big, deep and knowing blue eyes I felt I could burst with pride and was completely overwhelmed with an abundance of all this new extra love I had inside me. I thought of all the times while I was pregnant I thought I'd loved this baby but it was nothing compared to all the love I felt now looking into my son’s eyes for the first time. A mother’s love for her child grows not just from the first moment she looks into their eyes or when she first sees that blue line on a test. It starts unknowingly with a twinkle in your eye and a deep-down tug on your heart strings the moment you conceive for the precious child you will one day hold in your arms and will love unconditionally through thick and thin until the end of time-somehow I know this in my heart even though he's now only 8 months old!To my son Oscar: You may or may not win me a beautiful diamond but to hold you in my arms every day is what I'm thankful for and I love you with all that I am. I love you, monkey.
My high school sweetheart and I went our separate ways after graduation, but I never forgot her and tucked her photo away. Life took us down different paths. After forty years of happy marriage, my wife and mother of our four children passed away. I spent years overcome with grief. But then one day, I came across that old photo. A phone call and a bouquet of flowers flourished and became a wedding, with our two families gathered around us and the rhinestone necklace I gave her at age 16 adorning her neck. Life took us down different roads, and eventually brought us back together. We wouldn't have it any other way.
When my husband proposed to me, we didn't have two nickels to rub together. He also didn't have a ring. He promised he would save up the money and buy me a diamond before the wedding. My husband sometimes says I'm painfully pragmatic, but I told him to save the money. "Invest in our family and in our relationship. Maybe in 50 years I'll let you buy me a ring," I said. He listened. He put our four children through college and paid off our mortgage, all while building an extremely successful business. Last year, we celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary and he bought me a diamond I could only have dreamed of when he made me that promise all those years ago. It was worth the wait.
When my wife first started showing signs of Alzheimer's, I was terrified. I've loved her almost my entire life, and we've been married 62 years. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her — or perhaps worse, her no longer recognizing me. But you don't make it through 62 years of marriage without strength and understanding. She told me we'll handle her illness the same way we've handle every other situation over the last six decades: head on and hand-in-hand.