It’s been 11 weeks since I’ve worn my wedding ring. 11 weeks. Oh, how I missed it!
When I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, when I had started to lose hope on the especially hard days, I remember being upset that you could still see the indention left from my wedding ring.
I hated the constant reminder.
But I missed my ring. I missed the comfort that comes from such a simple piece of metal. It’s nothing fancy. I’m not really a fancy-gal. But I love this ring. I love what it represents. Even if I don’t always want to be reminded.
It continues to remind me what’s worth fighting for. Even in the really annoying times. The times when my husband is snoring in bed or when he leaves his dishes out. Even during the times when he’s the last person I want to see. Or when I get scared that he’s going to hurt me again.
It reminds me of my own quirks and annoyances. It reminds me just how short I fall most days. It reminds me of our imperfections, but it also reminds me of the God I love and serve and how He makes this all possible. Even when it looks impossible.
Especially when it looks impossible.
It reminds me that my husband was made for me and I was made for my husband. It reminds me that marriage takes work, lots and lots of hard work, but it also reminds me that it’s worth it.
I remember when I was scared I would never wear this ring again. I hid it while he was gone. It became everything I hated and everything I loved all at the same time.
Now, like a newlywed, I can’t stop staring at it. I’m happy at the reminders. I’m happy with the story it tells. I’m happy that I get another chance at doing this. I’m happy to never lose the familiar indention.
And I never want to take it off again.