When my baby asked me to marry him, he also asked me if I wanted a ring. Well, I knew he’d given his last fiancé a two-carat diamond (he still had the thank-you gift from the jeweler). I told him my ego wanted a bigger ring than he’d ever given anybody else, but that I didn’t want to feed my ego. No ring. Eleven years later, the man still refuses to feed my ego. And that, my dear friends, is one of the things I most love about my baby! And then there’s the fact that he does feed my soul!