A Tale of Two Rings

Six years ago today, tomorrow or the next day (I can't remember for sure without digging out my journal) Jared officially proposed.  I say officially because we already had the temple scheduled but he hadn't popped the question yet.

It was the night of my Grandma's birthday party and family members had gathered at my mom's house to celebrate.  Reluctantly I went with Jared to Brigham City for the wedding reception of one of his mission buddies.  On the drive home he took the Willard Bay exit, using the excuse that, well actually he didn't have an excuse so he just got back on the freeway (aka - he chickened out).  I was getting anxious to get back to my mom's before everybody left but Jared wanted to take me to Davis High for a dance in the parking lot.  Oh brother, I thought can't we do this some other time?  Come on he says, alright but make it snappy!  - - - authors note: dancing in parking lots used to be quite romantical for us youngsters. - - -   So we hopped out of the car, Jared taking a little longer than me (aka - he had to grab the ring) and then we started dancing under the cold October sky by the tennis courts at Davis High.  I really don't remember too much of what he said, something like "Michelle you are the most wonderful person I know and I would be nobody without you" ha, just kidding I really don't remember, but after he gave his little speech he fished around in his pocket, dropped to one knee and popped the question.  The ring fit, and I loved it.  I had shown Jared what I liked but he designed it himself.  Of course we had to go show our parents and tell them the good news.

A month or so later another ring was acquired to be seen not until the wedding day by prince charming.  The ring fit and he liked it (phew).   

Ring #1 was taken care of very well, always pulled off when hands were washed, dishes and showers too, polished annually and sparkling through and through.

 Ring #2 was worn on special occasions, only a dozen times or so to be true, for fear of loosing one's finger or turning it black and blue.

Now these two rings sit on separate shelves all alone, for the fingers that they were once home to, boy have they both grown.  One has sat over 16 months as retaining water made it too snug, and the other has just sat for who knows how long probably home to a little bug.  This is a very pathetic story but one I thought I would share, because someday my knuckle will shrink and the ring soon will be there.   Why I started rhyming half way through this tale, is something you'll have to figure out on your own, my brain needs to go back to English as it has no idea how to write a poem.

Thanks for still loving me Jared, chubby fingers and all!