I am without my wedding ring this week, and it is quite possibly going to drive me completely bananas! The wedding and engagement bands are a set, so I took it to the shop earlier in the week after six months of feeling the two sliding around separately on my finger. Well, as soon as I got home on the day I took my rings in, I immediately went to my jewelry box to see what ring I could wear in the meantime. There are a couple to choose from, mostly ones I received from grandparents over the years. I picked out three, walked them in to where my husband was working at the computer, and asked him which he thought would be the most appropriate substitute. He quickly swiveled the chair around, look straight into my eyes and said, "No, there is no substitute." I admittedly became slightly whiny and replied, "But I feel strange not having my wedding ring on my finger," to which he then replied, "But there is no substitute. No other ring should ever go on that finger." Now, if you aren't someone who finds extreme significance in symbolism, then this scene may not mean much. But to me, this was huge. There is no substitute, even if temporary. Nothing will ever take the place of the ring that was placed on my finger, signifying that I am now, and for the rest of my days, my beloved's and he is mine.