So I am not one to wear my wedding rings when I do dishes, shower, swim, dirty housework... I take them off. I do not quite know why... I just do not like the thought of them getting all gungey. I have a couple of ring dishes and a little ring holder (which was actually a little gift I bought for Nanny when I was about Aidans age that I got to keep as a treasure)and this is where I put my rings when I take them off. Occasionally I will forget to put them back on and the next day, I will notice all of a sudden... that I have forgotten them. And it bugs me all day long. I forgot to put on my rings last night. I noticed so this morning. And I have been fiddling with my rings that are not there all day.
I will be meeting Mike and he will notice as well. (He always does, which in a very non feminist way I like) I will worry that one of the cats has knocked my rings down the drain while I am away (they are beside kitchen sink) I will slip them back on as soon as I get home.. and feel like me again. I can say this... with certainty... because it has happened over and over. They are a part of me. They are me. All of the promises and vows that I made and accepted when I received them... they are part of who I am.
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