My wife and I have never been very traditional when it comes to our rings. It's definitely not the ring that bonds us. It's the 30ish years of trials and tribulations and good memories and bad that have bound us. We both have always taken our rings off at night and have gone multiple days without them, and yet we have never ever felt not married because it.Last time I saw my wedding ring it was hanging on a nail over the kitchen sink. That was 5 or 6 remodels ago... Call it 20 to 25 years ago. Haven't found it yet. Do know where the Lion's head ring with ruby eyes is. She bought it for me in Turkey. Wife said most of the stuff I do isn't safe to wear a ring for, so as long as I remember where to go for dinner I don't need the ring on my hand. She likes what I do with that hand enough she doesn't want me to risk losing a finger.
That all being said, it really p8ssed me off when I couldn't find that damn thing and I was extremely happy when I found it. For now, until I can get it resized, it resides on my keyring. This way it's still always with me every time I leave the house, just like before I lost it.
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