It's not the first of his rings I've worn. That was a monstrous class ring, it's purple amethyst prominent, the underside padded to keep it from slipping off my finger. It was one of the first visible signs that we were linked together, that two hearts seeking love were connecting.
In time, that first ring gave way to the diamond; then a plain, simple band made it two. Through poorer and richer, sickness and health, job changes, moves and the loss of a child, the rings have remained, the vows they symbolize no longer just words, but a way of life.
For eighteen years, wherever I've gone, whomever I've met, this ring lets others know that I am his. He's my husband, a dedicated father to our children, the spiritual leader of our home.
I'm so proud to wear his ring.
Happy Valentine's Day, my love!