The blessed symbols of union that is the wedding ring has long been a part of marriage traditions. As I understand it, what originally started as a pagan symbol of infinite love became hijacked by other faiths and finally the jewelry industry decided that it would be a great idea to have men spend a down payment on a house for a stone that's responsible for the deaths of poor miners. It's just a symbol, but one that means so much in the hearts of many.
I have to admit the romantic in me did enjoy seeing Kelly put the ring on my finger. I gladly wear my 'back off bitch' jewelry for I'm proud of the love I've found. It hasn't; however, come without toil.
Shortly after we got married I tried to get used to wearing it. I kept fidgeting with the ring as I'm not exactly Mr Bling and am unfamiliar with them. Still I guarded it with my life as I went snorkeling and jet skiing.
The following Monday Kelly and I joined Jessica and Andrew at Atlantis. We were in their water park floating around mock river rapids and sliding through tubes. A frolicking good time it was until we decided to exit the pool.
I look at my ring finger and find it naked. My heart sank and I may or may not have cursed Neptune. Kelly noticed immediately and was broken up by the fact that I was missing my wedding band, but after a few tears and some conversation we both agreed it was just a symbol and can easily be replaced.
I figured we would wait to get another one when we got back in the states, but instead the next day we went to downtown Nassau to do some shopping. I found a nice ring which fit comfortably, but later that night as a test I washed my hands and flung my upper appendages around. The piece of jewelry flew off my finger.
The next day we went shopping again and found a ring that takes quite a bit of force to get off. Sometimes it feels like I may have to saw my finger just to remove the band. Still it's a nice piece and am happy to wear it for the rest of my days.
"Marriage: a ceremony in which rings are put on the finger of the lady and through the nose of the gentleman." - Herbert Spencer