my mother would take off her ring sometimes to wear other ones.
my father never took off his ring. it stayed on his left ring finger.
when i was a kid i'd wonder if it was uncomfortable to have on
all the time. i wasn't sure if i could take the burden of wearing
a ring like that all day, everday, forever. but my father did.
he does. he continues after 20 years.
i'm curious to see if i'll have what it takes to be like him.
to wear that ring. to other women it means that a man
is taken. to other men it means that a man's life is over.
to a lot of people it doesn't mean as much as it did when
they wore it that first day of marriage. to me it means
forever. from beginning to no end.
and for everyone who wears the ring it should mean
that they wear it willingly. that they love nothing more
than to bear this burden of wearing this ring that means
much more than "taken", "life over", and "first time."
that ring means you're me and i'm you. we were two
people when we met and now we're one.
