We wanted to get married and knew each other for only a few weeks, yet it seemed it was meant to be. With little money on a rainy night and a proposal in a borrowed Chevy with hearts full of hope and a with little down payment we rang the bell of a small jewelry door and went inside. Four hundred dollars later and a small diamond on my finger I felt so special. That was forty-four years ago. Some said the marriage wouldn’t make it past a month. They thought we were just two young kids out on a quick whim. But, I leave you with this thought.
The ring is a symbol of love and such a small thing. More precious than the ring, or the wedding cake, is the solemn promise each one will make. To love and to cherish till death they do part, but most of all not to break each other’s heart. The ring is a circle and so it goes that life holds no promises with this band of gold. All will not be roses on the pathway of life and many thorns will pop up between husband and wife.
When little things can be forgotten and as one grows old they will. Comforting each other through till the end of the journey will make it all worthwhile. The ring given as a token of love is such a simple thing and it’s more priceless and worth more than anything.
I’m sixty-two years old and I always say ?Come Grow Old With Me For The Best Is Yet To Be?. The proposal is the doorway and love holds the key. The diamond ring is the reminder and yes it did grow more valuable with time just as our marriage.