In a month I will have been married two years. And my wedding ring has never fit.
It's my own fault. When I bought it, I went for the one that didn't squeeze my knuckle on the way down. It seemed to fit fine but over the last two years it has slipped off. A lot. Sometimes in my pocket. Sometimes at lunch. Once in the ocean.
So last week I finally got it sized down. I assumed it was a half size too big. It was a full size. I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to jewelry.
I picked it up yesterday and it fits perfectly, except for one thing. I can feel it. It had been hanging off my finger so long I didn't know what it was like to really wear one. It grips my finger. It reminds me it's there. It keeps calling out to me "You are married. You are married."
I was totally unprepared for this. I like being married. I like not having to wonder what can happen with every pretty woman I meet. I like having a home to go to at the end of the night. I even like my wedding ring. I'm just not used to the constant reminder that it's there.
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Wait till some children appear.....I sometimes look at my son flying an X-wing around the house and I say Oh my God I am his Father....god help us both...Rene and Eileen rule, we suck!
...you forgot to say most of all you love to be married to me! :)
loving you,
Walker is right, you'll forget that the ring is there when other things (in the form of children) come along. I had the same problem with my ring. I must have sized it like 4x before it fit. The day of our wedding I had the thing wrapped with tape (underneath) to keep it from falling off. Once it fit though, the SNUG feeling bugged me to. I was never one for jewelry, and I never will be, but I like the fact that its there sometimes. Its like something to messed with when you're bored or waiting. Like, I used to tap it slightly on the handrail in the subway, back in the day. Made a cool sound.
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