The Ring Reminder

Our house is a mess.

There is laundry, mail, and baby stuff everywhere.  Thus, it has been really easy to misplace things lately, like bills, our dog, and my wedding ring.

One day this week, I couldn’t find my wedding ring before I went to work.  Thus, I was seemingly single for the day in DC.  Although there were no cat calls and no one offered to pay for my salad at Panera, the day was still memorable.  I felt off all day long.  I felt like something was missing and I didn’t feel like myself.  Honestly, I felt sad.

My, how things have changed.

Three years ago, I rarely wore my wedding ring.  Our marriage was crumbling and my wedding ring, once a symbol of a sacred promise, had become a symbol of frustration, pain, and bitterness.  I didn’t want to be constantly reminded that my marriage was failing, so I didn’t wear my wedding ring.  We hit rock bottom.

But just like Sylvester Stallone in Rocky II and Britney Spears in 2008, we bounced back.

Now, I feel lost without my wedding ring.  Not only is it a beautiful symbol of a sacred promise, but it is now a daily reminder that hope should never die and that restoration is always possible.

My Love. My Inspiration