Friday, July 17, 2009
I glance down at my slender ring finger and admire the ring wrapped gently around it. The ring is my wedding band and I love it. It’s not the ring I love so much, a ring is just a thing. It’s what it stands for that means so much to me.
My ring stands for the love and commitment my husband and I have for one another. We made a promise before our children, our families, and Heavenly Father to be husband and wife.
It represents the leap of faith we took after both enduring tumultuous first marriages with others and the resulting painful divorces. We were nervous about trusting again, but had faith that Heavenly Father had a plan for us together.
It symbolizes our friendship, which always comes first. We were friends before we fell in love. I want the best for him and he for me.
It means we are a team, working towards common goals. We help one another achieve our goals. We plan a future together as a couple and as a family.
It signifies our being bound together, through sickness and health. No matter what happens, we will be there for one another.
It embodies eternity. We work toward our temple sealing, excited that we will be together forever.
No matter what the future brings we are hand in hand, side by side.