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. Thursday, July 17, 2008
No Substitute
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. 
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How sweet! I hope they have your ring back to you soon. Beautiful pic of a lovely couple.
I long passed that when we were in San Antonio together back in HS, so I'm not planning on seeing it again. Now there's just more to love. ;-)
Wow, that's romantic.
That is awesome! I have always felt that same way. It is always hard when I don't have my rings on for one reason or another. I wear my new rings now that he gave me on our 25th but I still have my original for occasions that I might not have this one.
Ya know? Marriage looks REALLY good on you, my sweet. ; )
That is such a cute picture of you two! I love your husband's response. Such significance!
I know the feeling! I hate not having my rings. That was very sweet of Bob... not because he was trying to be sweet, but because he truly cherishes the significance of the ring he presented to you. Love it.
No, there isn't a substitute, but after you haven't worn your rings for three and half months because of swollen pregnancy fingers, you sure want to find one! ;)
By the by, I'm having mine re-sized and re-engraved and in the meantime am wearing my great grandmother's wedding band. I cannot wait to have my own rings back!
Love the great picture!
precious! i love it!
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