Thursday, December 13, 2012

He Asked and I Said Yes

I have a little tickle in the back of my throat this morning, my head hurts, and I'm in full-blown denial that I may be coming down with exactly the same plague my spouse has been suffering from.  But it does seem fitting that today of all days I am getting sick. 

Ten years ago this very morning I was teaching English to a bunch of raucous teenagers while fighting off what would become the first case of strep throat I'd had in over 15 years, when I was summoned to the office.  There, in the principals office I was given a ring.  By the man who would become my husband who would ten years later give me the plague that I am coming down with now. 

It wasn't until later that evening that he "officially" put a ring on it. (we didn't want to disrupt the entire school day by having me show up for my afternoon classes sporting a rock that hadn't been there in the morning-bling is quite distracting to teen girls)  I had gone home on a snowy afternoon to take a long hot bath, lots of medicine and a nap.  I may have been blinded by a 104 degree fever, but I couldn't stop smiling while looking at that ring. 

 
 
Ten years later, she fits a little tighter, has gotten some partners in crime by way of a wedding and an anniversary band, has a few scratches and dings, but shines just as brightly.  I still look at her at least once each day and smile.  I rarely take her off, so she's been caked in perogi dough, covered in gardening dirt, and washed with saltwater. She stands up and away from my finger proudly-so she has scratched a few faces, arms, and once a leg in her lifetime.  For a few months in my life she hung around my neck on a chain while a small man grew.  Someday she will be passed along as a family heirloom. 
 
For now though, she will continue her reign on my aging left hand. A reminder of a snowy December day. Because he asked. I said yes.