My bundle of rings. On my left hand, stacked on my ring finger. The two plain bands are, of course, my wedding rings; but the leaf one, well, it’s a relative newcomer. Sitting, as it does, sandwiched in between the two wedding rings, it has taken the place of my original engagement ring.
The engagement ring, at the time, had been the reaction to the “ye gods, she’s pregnant!” The order of things somewhat awry, but in the long run, a negligible detail.
One day, not so very long ago, I tentatively asked my husband if I could get a new “engagement” ring. I explained: we’re at a different stage of our lives. The original ring had represented a promise. I need a new ring, one that represents an intertwining and a growth and a love. Me for you, and you for me. Something to represent a promise kept and cherished.
(I won’t divulge his very unromantic response!)
So I did a bit of searching, and lo and behold! How do I describe it?
Sharing Corner View today. A Wednesday tradition that I have been neglectful of, but enjoy participating in!