He'd meant to give it to me on our 10th anniversary, which was in August that year, but the jeweller had called to say it was ready to pick up, and I was very pregnant with our second child, who turned out to be a son.
And so...he presented it to me on Mother's Day, 1985.
I still wear the ring...though I now wear it on either hand, and usually with another ring as a pair.
I now have what I remember as my mother's hands, though with the short, fine bone structure I inherited from my father. When I am gone, this ring is to be given to my son, meant to be passed down in the family...
Eternity, as far as possible, this side of Heaven.
Eternity, as far as possible, this side of Heaven.
Happy Mother's Day!
4 comments:
It is a lovely ring....one I am sure your son will treasure one day. I got exact copies of my Dad's hands, only smaller. Happy Mother's Day dear friend.
Beautiful story, Margaret. Happy Mother's Day.
Lovely story Margaret...the holiday helps to remember the day the ring was presented more easy. Your hands are wonderful, and the use of being mother and wife evident, but a treasure.
Happy Mothers Day
bethany
Margaret, what a lovely story. Lovely memory.
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