So I must admit, I feel a little stupid wearing a wedding ring. Not so much because I still love flirting up a storm with whomever walks by but because I feel like I’m trying so hard to look like an adult with it on, yet it’s apparent to EVERYONE that I am hardly pulling it off. It feels like there’s this club with these members only rings and now I have one but everyone, including myself, thinks it’s a joke. I mean, when I’m standing in a circle with a bunch of married ladies, I have to resist the urge of apologizing for making a mockery of such a symbol and excuse myself to sit at the kids table. It’s sort of like when I try to wear lipstick – it’s so blazingly obviously that I’m just not cut out for it. The ring itself is beautiful. It was his mom’s and since John was the last boy to be wed, she gave it to him before she died. I mean, really amazing and clearly means way more than a ring from Kay Jewelers (no offense to rings purchased there) or the like. It actually makes me want to wear it less since I’m scared to death of losing it, which let’s face it, is eventually going to happen with my luck. It’s a good thing I’m not a day younger than 26 or else I would feel even more stupid and justifiably so (again, no offense – this time to children tying the knot). And I think, eventually I will just get over it and then it will seem oh so fitting, but like calling John my husband, or fiancée, or boyfriend, I just can’t imagine it feeling normal. So, let’s raise our glasses and toast to feeling completely out of place and kinda like an idiot, forever.
I post this picture for two reasons; first as a reference for you of simplistic class and second for a reference for me after I accidentally drop the ring down the drain in years to come.