While planning to rededicate our marriage, my priest mentioned that he would bless our wedding rings. I felt a moment of anxiety. I haven't worn my wedding ring for at least a couple of years, because I am a drummer and I was worried that constantly taking it off to play would make it more likely that I would lose it.
So I went home and started looking for my ring.
Which I couldn't find.
I ransacked my jewelry box, my bureau, all the likely spots where I would have stashed it. I looked for days.
Finally, I decided that I would need to get a new one. Nguyen and I went to a Cambodian jewelry store near the Asian market and I picked out a very plain gold band. Looked fine, felt fine.
Of course, a couple of weeks later, I found my original ring. But since it was a little less comfortable, I decided to keep wearing the new one.
But then I lost it. I took it off for drum class and hooked it on my drum. And forgot to put it back on, so the ring goes missing. I searched my car, drum bag, the studio where we play, everywhere. Nowhere to be found.
So, out comes my original ring. It is a sweet ring... channel set sapphires in a simple gold band. It fits snugly enough that I can wear it while playing with drum sticks, so I don't even have to take it off for class.
Yesterday, I was playing drums at McAuley House. My stick bag fell off the chair and dumped my sticks on the floor. As I was picking it up, I heard a little tinkle sound. And sure enough, there, on the floor, was my plain gold wedding band.
I decided to put it on my RIGHT hand... so now I have two.
Which in a funny way, seems appropriate. Nguyen and I were married almost 25 years ago, but it wasn't a Christian wedding. A month ago, we rededicated our marriage in the Church and in a way, it is like part two of our original wedding. Two parts of the same, wonderful, event.
So for today I am wearing both rings to remind me of the double blessing of our marriage.