Wedding Rings

I wore my husband’s wedding ring yesterday. It’s a simple gold band. Nothing to differentiate it from any other plain gold band.

He has a hard time hanging on to this ring so he asked me to keep it someplace safe. When I feel the need to have him close emotionally, as in when I’m facing something that makes me nervous, or stressed, or just wanting to be home with him, I wear his ring.


He used to lose the ring.

A lot.

One day he came home devastated because he’d been on a swift water rescue training and the ring was gone. He knew it was gone forever, gold returned to earth, somewhere out there in whitewater. But instead, a lovely little toddler named Malia (now a lovely young woman) was crawling around on the floor in the fire department a couple weeks later. She found the ring under the couch.

Art on Cat boat

That’s Art on the orange cat boat

During one time when the ring was missing again (this time resurrected from his tool box) I told him we’d just buy another one. After all, it’s just a plain gold band. He got a bit upset with me. His exact words were: ‘But it won’t be the ring you put on my finger!’.

My thought, which I was smart enough not to say out loud, was ‘So it will be a new ring I put on your finger; what’s the big deal?’

wedding 1

Wedding in fire department bay, not too long after a call. My hair had just come out of the helmet. Not that you can tell the difference.

The wedding ring he put on my finger originally was my grandmother’s. But one day a fold-down staircase in the ceiling of the cabin came loose from its bolts and landed on me. The ring had to be cut off. It now sits in an envelope waiting for me to do something with it.


A very old ring


That following Christmas, he bought me a new wedding ring. A garnet, which is my favorite stone, in a Celtic-style setting. He confessed that while he hadn’t minded my grandmother’s ring, he’d always wanted to give me one that was from him. It took me a while to get used to the ring because it’s fancy. But now it’s another reason my grandmother’s ring is still in its envelope.


So what’s in a wedding ring anyway? They’re symbolic, of course, but of what? Ownership? Commitment? Fidelity? Love? Taking one off is symbolic, too (unless of course you just keep losing it). Then it’s symbolic of the end of a relationship, by choice or by loss.

Or maybe symbolic of what will happen if you’re the waitress in the local diner who kept leaning too low to show him cleavage, while I sat right there. That ring on his finger is there for a reason, and sharing isn’t it. Which, I suppose, is that symbol of ownership rearing its ugly head.

I like the idea that I can be out in public, with that garnet ring on that specific finger, and know that anyone seeing it will get the message that someone wanted me enough to put the ring there. Which sounds kind of pathetic, I know. But it’s then symbolic of whom I’ve become. It’s almost, honestly, a symbol of pride. Which works both ways when he wears his ring. Kind of a ‘look who I’ve got!’

But for today, his ring is on my finger. Both of his rings.

3 thoughts on “Wedding Rings

  1. The two ladies rings are just beautiful. My husband also doesn’t wear a ring due to work and him wanting to keep his finger attached to his hand. Unfortunately, I’ve gained weight (and not just in my finger!) and can no longer wear the set I had which consisted my grandmother’s wedding band and also my great-grandmothers wedding band along with the simple diamond engagement ring.

    I just love the wedding photo of you and your hubby, wild hair and all.


    • Let me know if you come up with an idea for using your rings in another way. I’d love to do something with my grandmother’s but I’m not sure what. What an amazing thing that you have your great-grandmother’s as well. I wonder if, being an artist, you could design something that also incorporated you, so that there were three generations of women together.


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