Now that we’ve heard Anna’s thoughts about rings in general and her’s in particular, I guess it’s time for me to have my say.
In the run up to getting married Anna, and a few others, asked if I’d get a wedding ring. I found it slightly odd that this was even a question. I mean, doesn’t everyone? Apparently not. I suppose this naivety was mostly due to the fact that my father always wore one and so did (I think) the one grandfathers that I can remember. Also the people in movies and on the TV always seem to have them. You know, like in the Abyss where Ed Harris flushes his ring down the chemical toilet then fishes it out and then later on the ring stops him getting his finger cut off by a closing bulkhead. Without that ring who knows what might have happened with the nuclear bomb and those underwater alien things. So I guess I thought it was just something that men do.
But do I love my wedding ring? I’m not sure I do. I mean it’s not a family heirloom and it isn’t marvelously beautiful. It’s just a plain, silvery white ring that we bought a couple of years ago. But I do love wearing it. I’ve never been one for wearing jewelry and apart from watches it’s really the only jewelry I’ve ever worn, so the sensation of wearing it was a bit odd at first. The extra weight was a bit funny and it did rub a little as my hand got used to it, but now my hand feels odd when it isn’t there. Though I must admit I have a slight advantage over Anna that my ring was made for me so it doesn’t fall off so much and maybe my fingers are a slightly better shape for keeping rings on.
So if the ring isn’t special then why do I wear it? I don’t think it’s to ward off predatory women and I don’t need it to remind me that I’m married. But maybe I like being reminded that I’m married. I love being married to Anna and anything that reminds me of that makes me very happy. It’s a constant reminder, not that I need to be a good boy but of how lucky I am.
And on that extremely soppy note I think I’ll call a halt before people start thinking I’m even more ridiculous and sentimental than they already do.