Metal and Carbon. That is all it is. J has been telling me that for years. The hunk of metal and carbon on my left hand, as well as his, is just a symbol it is nothing more than that. But why does its absence bug me? Ahh, wedding rings.
I am not too girly about much, but this is definitely an issue that brings me in touch with my inner-femininity. I am all mushy and gushy about those rings. Mine NEVER comes off. I even got sappy when J wanted to buy me a bigger diamond for my engagement ring. I don't set it on the night stand, take it off to shower or ANYTHING. It comes off for surgery and for inspections and that is it!! J on the other hand, can take it or leave it. He tells me he knows he's married, his guys know he's married, so the ring is not that important. And I KNOW he can't wear it while he works. So, that doesn't bother me - much.
But when he comes home, he never thinks of it. It sits, right where he left it, looking so sad and lonely. I would feel so naked! It usually sits where he left it, until I break down and take it to him. And it bothers me. Ah well - this is officially the small stuff, as in "Don't sweat the..." and I will indeed get over it.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart.
~Helen Keller~
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