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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The Ring that Found Me

Four years ago I stumbled across a gold wedding ring in the middle of a forest. With no inscription and no one around for miles I picked it up and carried it with me. A few months later I was engaged.
Perhaps it's because I didn't buy it, but I've never really felt like I owned my wedding ring. It seems to me that the ring found me just when I needed it and has decided to come on a journey with me. In the two years I've been married, I must have misplaced the ring a half dozen times, sometimes for a few days and once for about two months. Every time the ring is lost I wonder if it has finally moved on and found someone else. But so far, every time the ring takes a vacation it has always returned.
It's good to have a little mystery in life. I often wonder what journey the ring took on its way to find me, how long it will stay with me, and what its next step will be. Unfortunately I have not discovered how to communicate with it yet. I may never know everything about the ring around my finger, but this won't stop me from trying...

2 comments:

  1. If only it wasn't so frustrating for the both of us when it takes those little "vacations."

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  2. Sounds extremely Lord of the Ring-ish to me...

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