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He's her third and youngest and, at 44, the last to get married. Or he will be the last. Right now, he's engaged, and though he leads a very casual life style on the West Coast–there is not a button-down shirt nor suit in his wardrobe–his mother thought he might want to give his bride an engagement ring. A symbol to seal the deal. The bride to be–a physician with a demanding practice–was definitely not as casual in style. 

When she proposed the idea of his buying his fiancee a ring, her son liked it. He just didn't like the idea of shopping. Nonetheless, on a visit to his mom and dad in New York City, he and his mom went off to shop together. Destination: Tiffany's. I'll let the mom tell the story from here:

"When we got there, we told the saleswoman he wanted something understated but elegant–not a knock-your-socks off kind of ring. The first ring she brought out she said was just to see the style, but it came with a $62,000 price tag. We gasped and worked down from there. I was very careful to withhold any judgment about what to choose. I restrained myself from imposing my taste. After about an hour, my son said he had had enough looking, that he couldn't do this anymore. So we moved quickly. He chose a very lovely ring for a very reasonable price.

"Shopping together for the ring turned out to be a very emotional experience. For a son to agree to share with his mother a major life experience–getting engaged and giving his fiancee a ring; to trust me–that was important to me.  When we left Tiffany's, we walked the streets of New York and both felt elated."