It happened a couple weeks ago. My husband came home from work and reminded me that I still had his wedding ring. I’d completely forgotten. He’d had to remove his ring at the doctor’s office a few days before and he gave it to me to hold onto. I tucked it into my purse and promptly forgot about it.
I gasped. “You mean for the past three days, you haven’t been married to me!?”
We joke about this a lot. The truth is, I don’t really care if my husband wears a ring. He’s married to me, ring or not. And it’s hard for him to find a ring that fits. If it fits over his knuckle, it’s big on his finger and rolls around. He’s offered to get a tattoo on his finger instead, but given how often his style preferences change, I’m not sure that’s the best move.
“You know . . .” I continued. “They make silicone rings. Stretchy and comfy.” I’d seen a Facebook ad for one such brand.
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard about those.” He went on to tell me a story I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, about Jimmy Fallon and his wedding ring accident that resulted in a significant hand/finger injury.
I like my husband’s hands. I especially like the way they have five fingers each. And he’s accident-prone, my human. I could easily imagine a similar incident happening to him.
“That’s it. I’m not giving you your ring back.”
“Fine by me,” he replied.
Instead, I bought him a silicone ring for his birthday. A stretchy, comfy piece of silicone that fits over his knuckle and that, should he fall or accidentally hit his hand on something, will not injure his fingers. I’m a fan of that.
Because the truth is, what’s on his finger doesn’t matter. Whether he wears a ring or not, whether what he wears is expensive or all of 20 bucks, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s my human and he comes home to me every day. And now I’ve increased the odds that he’ll have all his fingers when he does.