I was looking for Ben's fingernail clippers that he hides atop our old television stand amongst his manly things, piles of work papers, articles he has written and memorabilia that reminds me how old I am; not how old I feel.It was while rustling through these things that I found our wedding rings, sitting together much as I remembered them in our wedding photos.
I stopped wearing mine about 40 pounds ago. He stopped wearing his...well, honestly, I don't know. I didn't notice. That about says it all.
We bought our rings from a school buddy of mine, Bryan Pipkin. He was working at Krigel's in Metro North Shopping Center. (He was my first beau. Not that that is a big accomplishment, he was every one's first boyfriend.) After Ben and I picked out what we wanted in the way of rings, Bryan ran Ben's credit. He came back wide eyed and proud to say that Ben had an outstanding credit report.
We had rings and great credit.
We were going places!
I can't remember where we were headed. Actually, I don't think we even knew back then. Not that it mattered because, as the rings symbolized, where ever we ended up would be great; we'd be there together.
Today, as I rediscover our rings, it's obvious that the romance of the rings has lost it's shine.
The rings are now dusty and abandoned - still they seem to once again be saying that we are going places.
The nurturing side of me knows that where ever we end up will eventually be okay, maybe even wonderful.
The hopeless romantic in me, that has seen one to many chick flicks, can't help but hope that when we arrive at this new wonderful place we'll be there together - wearing our old shiny rings.
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Sometimes along the way of our busy schedules and lives we overlooked some of the wonderful memories and it's symbol and when we stumble upon them again makes us look back and realize how important these symbols were and is still are.
At least you still got your bands together even if you both hasn't worn it for ages...
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