Ah, the ring. The rock. The symbol on our fingers forever. The reminder that someone out there holds your heart forever. I hope that when Derek (my Hubsy) looks at his ring, maybe during a hard day at work or while he’s nervous during a presentation or whatever–I hope that he sees it and it reminds him that his wife (hey that’s me!) always has his back. A ring doesn’t have to be made of gold or have lots of diamonds to do that (although who doesn’t love a little sparkle). A ring could be a 4 carat diamond from Tiffany’s or a cheap estate sale find or even a grandmother’s hand-me-down and all can hold the same meaning. A ring, kind of like a good photograph, serves as a memory-keeper for us. It can remind us of the day of the proposal, the wedding day. Or it can remind us that it’s time to quit working and go home. It can remind us to do something special for the one we love, or it can remind us that it’s time to apologize for that stupid little argument we just had. Wedding rings are sacred. They’re one of the few material possessions in life that actually MEAN something more–like a good photograph! Here a just a few of my favorite ring shots as of late:
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~With Joy~ Lizard
