The hardest part of marriage is remembering to wear my wedding ring.
It’s a daily struggle, so much so that I have to place it in strategic areas in the house—on top of my wallet, near my toothbrush, with my car keys—so that when I leave it’s there screaming at me not to forget.
It’s not that I don’t want to wear it; it’s that I’ve hardly ever worn jewelry.
There was a stretch in middle school when my class went through a Fossil watch craze, and in my everlasting want to fit in with my classmates, I begged and pleaded Mom to buy the coolest watch we could afford.
Then came a period freshman year of college when I sported a necklace I bought at Hollister. Obviously my middle school want to be cool had yet to waiver.
I’ve always been more of a comfort guy. You’ll find me in a t-shirt, athletic shorts, and tennis shoes any chance I get.
When I can’t get away with comfy clothes, I’ll throw on a pair of jeans, a button down shirt, and a sport jacket. No jewelry.
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So it’s been a major adjustment having to remember to put on a ring every day.
There are more days than I care to admit that I leave the house without it. I never seem to realize I forgot it until I’m well away from home and to the point it’s an inconvenience to turn around. Often times, I’ll be merging on to the highway well on my way when I flick on my blinker and realized my left ring finger is feeling a little light. Sure enough, my silver tungsten band is missing.
The worst part of all is that I lost my original ring 19 days after the wedding day, and I nearly lost my replacement two weeks later.
Elissa and I were chasing her mom’s dog, a rouge beagle named Bailey with a mind of her own, through the neighborhood after Bailey escaped the backyard. Bailey was weaving in between houses, into backyards, crossing the street without a second thought. We finally cornered her near some bushes and I dove to put an end to the beagle madness.
Bailey let out yelp and squirmed as I pinned her to the ground so I could get a good grip to carry her home. She hated it, but the beast had finally been caught.
As Elissa and I pulled out of the neighborhood, I felt that all too familiar feeling I’ve come to recognize: my left ring finger felt empty.
It was a cool night out and my ring was half a size too big already. Elissa, her mom, Lynn, and I retraced Bailey’s steps, hoping to find my newly acquired bling, going as far to get down on our hands and knees in the wet grass with flashlights.
The next day, Elissa and I left for our honeymoon, no ring on hand.
Two weeks later, I was passing through security at Houston’s Federal Reserve Bank for a luncheon, unaware that you don’t have to take off a ring through a security checkpoint. I put my ring, along with my wallet and keys, in a bin and passed it through the conveyer belt. I grabbed my keys and wallet and was on my way until a guard found me before I walked into an elevator and saved me from embarrassment.
Jewelry just ain’t my thing.
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