We’ve been married for eight years now. Sort of hard to believe…well, not really, but it seems like just yesterday.
And, today, we’ve been officially together for 14 years. Pretty much almost half of our lives. I can’t imagine it any other way. And, for the record, I did make him “make it official” and ask me to be his girlfriend. I’m old-fashioned like that. (Yes, we are high school sweethearts, and college sweethearts, and graduate school sweethearts!)
A little Serious history:
(top left to right: prom, high school graduation, my 21st birthday)
(middle: Christmas. Not sure if it was our first or second together)
(bottom left to right: Toga party. College graduation, my mom and Joe’s wedding (1999))
(our moms put this together along with two other frames that were displayed at our wedding)
I honestly have no idea of the year, but it was some time in college, maybe our 2001 “anniversary.” Mr. Serious got me an anniversary band. A simple, white gold ring with a channel of diamonds in it. Pretty much the nicest thing to that date he had bought me. It was pretty much perfect. And, to be clear, it wasn’t a “promise ring.” It was just a ring that was a gift. I think I wore it on my right hand then. Honestly, I don’t remember.
Cut to about two years later. Mr. Serious presented me with a gorgeous engagement ring. I think it’s safe to say you all know the answer was “yes.” We were still in college (graduating in a month).
We moved to Atlanta, after a two week time with our parents; during which we planned. We picked the date, location, got a dress and everything else. We picked December 20th.
During our time in Atlanta, we bought wedding rings for each other. I was working as a graduate student and Mr. Serious was working as a paralegal. Safe to say we were less than rich, and still very frugal. I also wanted something simple for both of us (he definitely wanted simple) and either the same band or something similar. After trying some on, the same band wasn’t an option (they didn’t look good on both of us). So, we found some that matched. Mine was a little more feminine (and a lot cheaper, like less than $100), and his more masculine and heavy (and a lot more expensive).
Here’s the ring we purchased for me.
And, now the confession.
Notice, it’s not on my ring finger. It’s not really on my finger at all.
Why? Well, it’s not comfortable at all. Turns out it’s not a “comfort fit” ring. The inside is almost sharp and was irritating my finger. I wore it for a while. Until I was pregnant with #1. I didn’t really swell, but it hurt even more on my finger. I had to find something. I already looked young. I didn’t want any judgmental glances looking young and unwed. I wanted something to wear as a wedding band.
And, I had my “a-ha” moment. I pulled out that anniversary band (or maybe I took it off my other finger, I really don’t remember), put it under my engagement ring and I was ready to go. Yeah, the engagement ring is princess cut (square) and the diamonds in the band are round but it works, right? It’s what I wear now (yes, this picture was just snapped).
And, honestly, I don’t even think of it as anything other than my wedding band. If I gesture towards my hand or refer to my wedding band, it’s automatically this one. And, then it dawns on me, I’m not even wearing my wedding band. It’s tucked into my jewelry box. Out of sight, out of mind.
My name is Krystyn, and I don’t wear my wedding band. Scandalous, right?