There’s a difference between Ann’s ring and my ring.
Ann’s is all shiny and new, just like her relationship. Just starting out with her fiance. Beautiful and clean and bright. Anticipation for a joy filled future.
And then there’s my ring.
It’s worn. There are blemishes in the band from years of wear and tear. The evidence of an active lifestyle. Beat about by the storms. And yet, for all that it’s been through, it is still beautiful.
There’s got to be some sort of symbolism there, dontcha think?