When I first met the groom prior to the wedding, I asked him about the ring he wore on his hand. “It belonged to my grandfather,” he said. For their wedding the couple made a second ring, a new promise, in the style of the first. These were the rings, the heirloom and the promise, that they exchanged on their wedding day.
I too have an heirloom wedding ring. It belonged to my grandmother, and I keep it tucked away in a shoe from my wedding. I wear the ring from time to time. I wonder what stories it would tell: of the young woman who first wore it on her wedding day, of the lifetime of marriage it witnessed, of its secret longings there in my shoebox!
These rings would surely tell a story about the pair who chose one another, and the day when they brought everyone together to witness the vows, dance the dance, drink the wine and share the meal.
May the story of the two of you always be your favorite story to tell. Congratulations, S & E.