Ring! Ring! Ring!

As of July 8, 2010, Gary and I have been married 22 years. Ok, so it isn't 25 or 30. But, I am impressed~and, it flew by!!

Anyway, when we picked our wedding rings out, way back in 1988, we were poor. Really, really, poor. Minimum wage/living at Mom's house, poor. We saved up a bit, had some debts paid off, and it was time to buy rings. Plain gold bands, second hand, "estate" jewelry. My ring was too small. The jeweler was kind enough to "stretch" it, but it really was a whole size too small. We bought it anyway...

Years go by. We have a baby girl (love you, honey!!) and she is gorgeous. Ecstatically happy. However, the too-small wedding ring is stuck on third finger, left hand. Baby is 3-enough weight is lost to get said ring off finger. No money to replace ring, so it goes back on the hand.

Again, years go by. Weight is put on, taken off. Again, ring comes off. Again, no money to replace ring. Ring goes back on hand. Never to come off again.

Now it is 22 years. Ring needs to be cut off. Seriously. Finger has permanent dent in it from said ring. Ring is pretty special to that finger, but it HAS to get cut off. It is, and is set aside to be repaired for future use by daughter...

Mad search on for new ring. Hate that finger being naked. NAKED finger!!! Months go by, no purchase is made~until September 3, 2010. The PERFECT ring is found. Oval faceted ruby, flanked by two diamonds, 1/3 CTW. Yellow gold band. Problem? Husband is on his way to Dodge City, and ring is in Seattle. Drama on the flights to Dodge, but the ring is snapped in a photo, sent to husband, approved and PURCHASED.

New owner of said ring is terrified to wear the ring until she is home...but it fits perfectly. Three days later, it is still on the third finger of my left hand, and comes off when it is necessary. Yay!!