Sorry to get all graphic there with a smoochy pic, but I need to prove a point. So indulge me for a moment, mkay?
Way back in 2007, two barely legal adults decided to spend their lives together in holy matrimony. Compared to weddings now it was an intimate affair with our close friends and family and very few overly Pinteresty bits of decor. But we loved every second of it because it meant that we were doing this thing called life together now. And it was magical.
On that very special day I put a ring on it my friends.
If you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Sorry, just got all Beyonce on you but I liked it and I put that damn ring on it.
Now back to my story.
As evidenced in the smoochy picture seen above – there’s a ring on it. I mean, you see that ring on his finger right? Right. The man is now all mine and everyone can see it with the bling bling.
Fast forward to a couple years in to wedded bliss and our trip to Blue Rock Lagoon out in Somerset West. (I was so sure I had a post on this somewhere but maybe I just wrote it in my head. I do that sometimes.) Anyway, when we were there Seth jumped into the lagoon thing and got out without his ring. It had sunk to the very bottom of a very dark and deep lagoon. There was no chance of trying to swim to the bottom to get it out.
He went back to using the ring I gave him before we got married (yes, we were those people that wore rings before we were even married – what of it?). It was a simple silver one, and with all the wear and tear of being a super DIY guy, it cracked on one side. He keep wearing it like that despite it occasionally pinching his fingers. That’s love I tell you. Or maybe fear of the wife wrath, but let’s go with love.
Then the thing snapped completely. it was impossible to wear it anymore.
That was a good few too many years ago. Since then he has been wandering around without a ring to prove that he is in fact not available. At first it irritated the living daylights out of me. I always notice a ring on a mans hand and I’m married. How much more would single women look out for it. But I trusted him and frankly I was too lazy and forgetful to get him a new one. Although somewhere in the back recesses of my mind I remember a third ring. Anyway.
Recently it started bugging me again. I’m not sure why, but I missed looking at his hands and seeing it there. There’s just something about it that’s special. Which is probably why people did it in the first place. I wanted to go back to that.
So over the holidays I finally found a simple silver band that may be a bit polished for his liking (but maybe purposefully bright from my side to attract attention) and I bought it for him. Now I’ve put a ring on it again and so help me if it ever leaves that finger again haha.