I got married to my high school sweetheart at 21. Almost five years later, it’s still so crazy to me that I’m married to him. Though so many things have changed in our lives in the past five years of being married the one thing that doesn’t change is my wedding ring. I’m a simple gal. I never wanted the giant diamond ring that we would go into debt for. I wanted something that would be practical and simple. My husband couldn’t have picked out a better ring for me. He’s asked me to upgrade and promised to give me the ring I deserve, but I always refuse his offer. He knows better than to counter my refusal.
My husband couldn’t have picked out a better ring for me. He’s asked me to upgrade and promised to give me the ring I deserve, but I always refuse his offer. He knows better than to counter my refusal.
He knows better than to counter my refusal. I‘m obsessed with my simple ring. I love my ring because of what it symbolizes beyond our marriage.
This ring represents just us and where we were just a short five years ago. What most people don’t know is that when we made the decision to get married everything was perfect; literally everything fell together. Two weeks before our wedding date, chaos fell upon us. We were no longer confident in getting married due to our finances, family issues, etc. We were sure that we had no idea what we were actually getting into when it came to getting married. I tried more than everything to keep calm, cool and collected but I couldn’t help but get cold feet.
I tried more than everything to keep calm, cool and collected but I couldn’t help but get cold feet. Who gets married at 21?!? My sweet husband (the calm one) talked me down from my nervous breakdown and my control freak ways the day before our wedding. He reminded me that we wouldn’t be getting married if we both didn’t really believe that it would work and though the odds were against us from the get-go that he’d be there with me to work on us. He was confident in us; he’s always been that sure of us.
Spoiler alert: I married that sweet man. How could I not marry the man who talked me off of a ledge that I created myself? When I look down at my ring, I’m reminded that I’ve got the man who is truly my better half to go through life with regardless of the pressures we will face in life. My ring represents one of the most trying times in our lives and how we made it through together even if I was sure we wouldn’t. It brings me back to the time where we had almost nothing to our names and found a way to be so incredibly happy together. I don’t know how we did all of that during that time, but that’s a time I will cherish forever. I love that wedding ring — that simple wedding ring — and wouldn’t trade it for anything in this world.