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I’ve been very nostalgic lately.
Not really sure why.
Maybe because last weekend was the 7 year anniversary of the weekend that Derrick & I met?
Maybe because I literally printed over 100 4×6’s of my favorite Derrick & I images & they’re hanging in our bedroom and every time I nurse Braelynn I sit and stare at that wall?
Maybe because after 7 months of not being able to wear my engagement & wedding rings, that I finally am able to wear them again?
Let’s talk about that one: my engagement & wedding rings.
In an era of silver rings, I love that our rings are gold.
In an age of bigger and flashier, I love that our rings are straightforward yet dazzling.
In a time of new, I love that our wedding bands are from generations past.
I love that Derrick picked our my engagement ring. I love that he did his homework and researched diamonds before he went shopping. I love that he knows the different cuts and grades of the stones. I love that he picked my ring out himself. I love that he chose quality over quantity in picking a clearer diamond. I love that my ring will stand the test of time.
I love that our wedding bands were gifts to us from my Grandparents. I love that they are family rings that were worn by my Great Aunt & Great Uncle from their wedding day until the day they were separated by death. I love the significance and the history behind our bands. I love that when my Grandparents brought them out to give them to us, that they fit us perfectly.
You never realize just how much you miss a certain item until it’s gone. When I got pregnant and my hands began to swell, I was unable to wear my rings. So, I went out and bought this costume set, in silver, with a huge stone – just to see what it would be like to wear something so much more. It was fun for a time, but more and more, I just missed my diamond. The one Derrick picked out for me.
Braelynn came 4 months ago and I’ve been anxiously waiting for the day when my hands would go back to “normal” & I would be able to wear my rings again.
Well, it seems my hands have adapted a new “normal”. So, off to the jewelers to get resized they went.
After not wearing them for 7 months, the 2 weeks that they were gone getting resized were the longest 2 weeks ever.
I was beyond thrilled to get the call that they were finished & ready to be picked up. They are even more beautiful than I had remembered. Shiny and sparkling. And they fit just perfectly.
And I love them even more than ever.
