A few moments ago, I panicked when I noticed my wedding band was not on my finger. I quickly scoured the house until I found it atop the bathroom vanity. I proudly wear my cheap silicone band. In my way of thinking, the value of the band lies in its symbolism, not the material from which it is made.
Back in my days of frequenting local
taverns as a bachelor, I recall my friends commenting on women either wearing
or not wearing wedding rings. I must confess, this was something to which I
paid zero attention. At that time, I couldn’t even identify which finger should
be adorned with the band.
Even today, while I feel wholly
incomplete without my wedding ring, I still fail to notice whether others are
wearing one. All I care about is my ring. It’s my ring that holds all the
beauty and binding magic. The band is an essential part of my oneness with
another.
—Mitchell Hegman
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