Today I’m wearing my mother’s wedding ring.
When I first saw it again at my niece’s it drew me in and seemed to signify more than just my mother. This was the ring that my father put on her finger nearly 60 years ago.
To wear it means to celebrate the happy times they shared; to celebrate the union between them, to celebrate my parents.
It fits perfectly on the little finger of my left hand; so perfectly I can’t feel it after wearing it for only a few hours.