It is just an inscription.
Words etched in a ring for day number one.
If you don’t know the story, don’t know the numbers, don’t know the love…
…they are just words.
Staring at my green-eyed boy moments away from “I do” and “kiss your bride”, I thought there would never be love deeper than that moment.
Little did I know, that this was the beginning…the beginning…not the depth of love but the shallows.
That sickness and health and for richer and poorer, would mean wading in. Ultrasounds and c-sections. Drama and deaths. That everyday moments and late night giggles would make our love deeper, stronger…real.
That life would draw love into real light and real difficulties.
That Jesus will be what glues us together when the kids are sick, when the money’s tight, when the calendar is too full, and life is tough.
Standing there I was overwhelmed by roses and dresses, rings and vows, love and future.
I never envisioned myself a bride, a wife, a mother, a partner. Standing there a princess bride staring at my sweet, green-eyed prince I could not see our future or know what love what grow into, the truth of our vows (and the testing they would go through), or that day one was not the peak… merely the foothills.
As I dig through the jewelry box full of old suitcase keys, brooches and clip-on earrings, flashes of my Grandmother dance across my memory.
Then tucked under the flap a glint of gold makes my heart skip a beat….
My grandfather’s wedding band.
“Esther to Paul always 3-19-49”
Engraved with her pledge…always.
63 years they had together.
Her pledge of always…on day one.
I’ve begun wearing the ring on my right hand. A reminder of my grandmother, a Proverbs 31 woman. A reminder of her words in her autobiography about how they made it from day one to day 23,044. “One thing I know for sure is that Paul and I tried to laugh our way through troubles and we prayed our way through emergencies. We learned that helping others it the best way to be happy yourself.”
That’s it, isn’t it? The secret to 23,044 days full of the everdayness of life…prayer, laughter, service….love and Jesus.
This ring, now more than symbol of their years but a daily reminder for me…of the woman I can be in Christ. My grandmother loved Jesus. And she loved my Grandfather. And through Jesus she was a devoted wife, even after her memory was gone and she’d forgotten all of us she still remember him. Her love. Her Paul.
Some day, Lord willing, my hunky hubby and I will have thousands of days behind us. We will have years of love, parenting, and life and Jesus between us. I pray that we still have a spark…like my Grandfather (even into his 80’s) hollering “woo-woo” when my Grandmother would flirt with him. I pray that our lives will be filled with laughter and comfortable silences, memories and plans.
But I pray, more than anything, that the story of our life will point to our Jesus and our dedication to the love He has blessed us with.
This much I know…
…day one was amazing (although mostly a blur)…
…day 2769 finds us more in love with each other and the God who knit our hearts together…
…and we will be blessed to love each other one day at a time.