I Do!

This was waiting for me when I got home yesterday.

It's a wedding band. I lost mine several months ago while on a Mexican Riviera cruise. The realization I had lost my wedding band was horrible. I cried.

This one is different from my original band. This one is exactly like the one my Sweetie wears now. Funny thing, he never really liked the band I picked. I loved it. I love this one, too. We always said the three separate bands that composed his ring stood for: loving one another, trusting one another, longing for one another

My wedding band is the tangible reminder that I'm part of a team. I think I value the band more than the engagement ring. The engagement ring is a promise of what's to come; the wedding band is the manifestation of that promise.

Having that gold band on the second finger of my left hand reminded me that I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine (Song of Solomon 6:3). Those are the words I used to sign my cards and letters to him when we were apart during our engagement and those are the words I said to him on the day I became his wife.

I know not having the ring doesn't make us any less married, but the idea of someone else having that ring and not respecting what it symbolizes makes me sad. If they respected it, they would have returned it. It was, obviously, a wedding band.

My morning routine will be righted, again: brush teeth, shower, put on make-up, slip my wedding band onto my finger. Again, everyone will know, I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.