Wedding Rings

Wedding rings are curious things. I waited a long time to get engaged. A L-O-N-G- time.

Before I go to bed at night, I tug off all of my jewelry. Earrings? Off. Watch? Off. Bracelets? Off. Engagement ring? Off. Wedding ring? Not goin’ anywhere.

Chip & I were living in different states when he proposed on the 3rd “If he doesn’t do it this weekend I’m going to have to walk away” weekend. And still, when he presented the ring, I was shocked. My engagement ring signified so many things; Chip would rather be WITH me than without me. Chip needed me. Chip was happier when I was around. I was worthy… blagh, blagh, blagh. (Women tell themselves the craziest things.)

BUT, when he put the WEDDING ring on my finger, I realized that all of that engagement stuff could have been crap. He actually MARRIED me. He didn’t just make a promise to marry me, he actually MARRIED ME. In front of God and everyone. That’s a huge deal. If you know Chip, you know… H-U-G-E deal.

However, this entry isn’t about MY rings. It’s about HIS wedding ring! First, you should know that it’s made out of Titanium. The saleswoman said, “The only way this thing is coming off is with a lost finger or limb.” I was good with that. Watching Chip try on rings was a bizarre, surreal event. He stopped mowing the lawn to come to the jewelry store. His ears were bright red and he was sweating. I enjoyed the fact that he saw this as serious.

As we exchanged our vows and I slipped the ring on his finger, I couldn’t have loved him more. Within 20 minutes, the ring was off his ring finger and on his pinky. “Doesn’t it fit?” I asked.

“No, it was cutting off my circulation and I was having trouble breathing.” Lovely. Have a look at the evidence, stage right ->

At dinner the next evening, my Aunt noticed the ring wasn’t on his hand at all! “What gives?”

His reply?

Wait for it…

“I’m not married HERE (pointing to this ring finger), I’m married HERE (pointing to his heart).” Sounds cute & charming, I know. All the men groaned, all the women caught their breath, and I just rolled my eyes and was grateful that my now-husband was so funny. And ridiculous. The ring has been on his key ring ever since.

Cut to Friday night. We were at dinner and I asked him to wear it, just for the rest of the night. He didn’t want to, I pressed it, he gave in, and I’ll probably have to pay for that in some crazy way down the line.

This morning (Monday), Chip called me and said, “No joking, Colleen. Did you take my ring off the key ring?” “No, I didn’t. The last time I saw it, it was on your finger, Friday night.” He was in a little panic! HE WAS! HE was really upset that he had lost his wedding ring! HURRAY!! I mean, oh, no.

Needless to say, it was on there, all twisted-up in his keys. Even if he doesn’t know it, Chip just made my week. How easily I find happiness.