Monday, July 06, 2009

With Rings on Her Fingers....

I met three women yesterday. All remarkable and engaging and sweet. We were waiting for our ten little preschool terrors to arrive when conversation shifted to ring fingers. Left hands. Each of them sported an impressive sparkler.

I had nothing to contribute. Nothing. No insightful anecdote, no opinion. I just oohed for a moment and smiled as they talked about diamond settings and proposals. I wasn't bitter, uncomfortable or envious. It's just so outside of my reality that I felt my musings would be coming from a completely unqualified source.

Although I did have the amusing thought that it would have been a great day to decorate my hand with something like this:
Should marriage be in my future, my only ring dream is that Mr. Awesome choose something rather lovely that will make him want to hold my hand for approximately forever. The end.

(I think UP got to me. I'll get over the mush shortly. Promise.)


3 comments:

Vanessa said...

Funny and slightly cute story:
Jamie (my husband) and I grew up at the same church and one year in the same Christmas play his "character" had to give my "character" a Christmas present. It was a ninja turtle ring.
At the time I was grossed out by boys...but 11 or 12 years later he gave me one that could beat the pants off of any ninja turtle ring.
The End.

Katie V. said...

I used to have one of those rings! I would totally whip that out on Saturdays (I'm not sure people would take me seriously at work teaching them how to write resumes with leonardo on my pinky). I'm waiting for a ring! But since I'm also intent on being an independent woman I have to keep waiting....

nadine said...

I think I had one of each at one point. What I would give to have them now....

Vanessa, I love your story! So cute and full-circle. And I'm 98.5% sure I won't be marrying a boy from my childhood :)

Katie, if you get your ring while living in Toronto, we shall celebrate. A toast to patience!