August 15, 2011
Sure, the ring has worn some after nineteen years of wearing, but the break in the gold had us both at a loss.
Some might take it as a sign or a warning... but as I spun the gold 'round my own finger I thought about the journey of us. The seasons of plenty and days that have overflowed with love... and the battering of egos and bruised hearts and the miles that sometimes kept us apart. Nineteen years is a long time. Almost half my lifetime so far. This ring is a promise... from me to him. A promise that still makes my heart tingle and my eyes smile. Nothing to do but get the ring fixed.
I have tried to think back to the moment we exchanged rings... and I can almost remember it. After nineteen years I think that it is okay to have faded, blurry photos in my mind. But it makes me realize that there are more moments that I want to always remember... crystal clear.
1. Dancing that last dance with him, in my spectator flats... him singing Beauty & the Beast into my ear... and into my heart.
2. The moment I saw him step off the Coast Guard Cutter after his first trip away... and every military home-coming after that. His arms are home to me.
3. A little bundle of pink balanced in his hands... and the sweetness of his kiss on the top of her head.
4. The stunning saddness we held each other through when we were told our baby girl would not see. And the recovery from that diagnosis... coming around to knowing that we could do this.
Posted by Dawn