Happy Sigh

Lithus has never been pleased with my engagement ring/wedding band. He couldn't afford the ring he wanted at the time, so got one that was close that he could afford. I, on the other hand, have loved my engagement ring/wedding band. So much so that it is both engagement and wedding rings, at my request. See, check it out:

What's not to love?

But on August 24th, our daughter married a really, really wonderful man. This is special because long-time readers probably remember she married once before, and he turned out to be a really, really not wonderful man. So we are all very happy (utilizing my gift for understatement). Plus, my parents were married on August 24th and had a happy marriage for over three decades. Not too shabby. All of this adds up to one particularly romanitcal feeling Pobble.

Lithus and I had to go to the department store for something else and, as we passed the jewelry counter, I said we should stop and be drooly and romantic together. At which point, we found a ring. He loved it. Honestly, I did too. I loved it a lot. But... I also loved my ring. After much back and forth, and him finally swearing to me that we would have my original ring refitted for another finger as soon as we're home, I admitted it did indeed make a nicer wedding band, and it did, indeed, suit me better. See what I mean?

I am amused that close to 5 years later, my nail polish is almost identical. I have a style...

Now, what's important is the marriage, not the wedding or the ring, and you and I both know that. Still, a great ring is a great ring.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.