My husband wore his wedding ring daily through our 22-year marriage, so when he came home from a fishing trip without it, I believed he’d lost it. Two weeks later, a little boy I’d never seen knocked on our door wearing that same ring around his neck and said my husband had given it away.
Eric never took off his wedding ring.
My husband wore his wedding ring daily through our 22-year marriage.
Not while repairing the truck. Not while splitting firewood. Not even when grease worked its way beneath the band and I threatened to scrub his entire hand with a toothbrush.
Once, I caught him cleaning a carburetor with the ring still on.
“You know normal people take those off before destroying them,” I said.
Once, I caught him cleaning a carburetor with the ring still on.
Eric glanced at his hand. “Then I’d have to remember where I put it.”
“You can’t remember one safe place?”
He smiled.
“I’d rather keep promises where I can see them.”
I’d laughed then.
After 22 years of marriage, you stop examining every little thing your spouse says.
“I’d rather keep promises where I can see them.”
Certain words simply become part of the furniture.
I didn’t know I’d remember those words so clearly later.
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Every summer, Eric went fishing for a week with three friends he’d known since high school.
That year, the weather was terrible almost from the beginning.
I didn’t know I’d remember those words so clearly later.
He sent me pictures of gray skies, muddy boots, and Pete glaring beneath a dripping tarp.
I texted back: “Living the dream?”
Eric: “You’re jealous. 😌”
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