The Three C’s
When it was time for an engagement, my then boyfriend went to Jared’s and picked out a diamond ring based on the three C’s – none of which I cared about. A pretty ring was enough. I will never know how much that ring cost but I’m sure it was more than he should have afforded as a college student.
Fast forward years later, he upgraded the diamond to a larger one on the same band as an anniversary surprise. I’m not sure if they still do it, but Jared’s did have a program where they would deduct the cost of your first diamond toward the purchase of your next one. A great idea for the young, broke, and in love.
When I look at my ring, I see much more than a band and a diamond and I know that no matter how many years we are married, he will never be able to give me a better gift. I’ve never worn much jewelry and this is the only piece I’m always sure to have.
You see, when I Iook at my ring I see green carpet. Green, cheap carpet with a few messed up spots in the single wide trailer we first lived in down a long, dirt path. I see my panic and frustration when I couldn’t keep the mice out. The perfect, colorful striped lines my husband painted on the bedroom walls for a nursery are forever in my mind. Standing in that room, I would sing to my baby in my belly. I see myself sitting on the living room floor bouncing our first baby girl in a little pink seat when she wouldn’t sleep. That baby is now 13.
The old wooden bunk beds that were my husband’s when he was a kid were in the last room down the hall. I see myself cramming his smelly, dirty clothes from the chicken farm into the second hand washing machine that was in the kitchen. I see the small, round, wooden kitchen table that belonged to my mama.
More Than a Ring
My ring tells a story every day as I walk around with it. It whispers to me, “Look how far you’ve come. Look at the family you made. Look at what was coming that you couldn’t see in the beginning.” It whispers, “Keep holding on, even when it’s not easy.” This ring is a praise report. It’s a reminder that love is still there in the midst of arguments or misunderstandings or mistakes. It’s a promise…
for better, for worse
for richer, for poorer
in sickness and in health
to love and to cherish
And while to some a ring may just be a round piece of silver with a glittery stone, to me it will always be a love that was so much bigger than its green carpet and humble beginnings.