It Keeps Falling Off
Thursday, January 21, 2010
My wedding band that is.
The first time I noticed was when I saw the flash of silver after getting my daughter out of her carseat and was curious as to what it was. I reached in to investigate and lo, it was my wedding band. I slipped it back on easily, too easily on my cold finger and shrugged off the experience to not wearing my gloves in the chilly evening. I later remembered that I'd been having to retrieve the band or even be aware of it slipping off while I was doing dishes. When it slipped off while I was taking a shower the other day, I decided it was time to be safe and move it to the larger ring finger of my right hand.
A little bonus I get out of this is that I am now wearing my engagement ring again. I used to wear my engagement ring on my right hand because it was never designed to be worn with a band. I had to stop when my hands swelled during pregnancy. I never got back into wearing it with caring for the baby since it seemed an awkward design for caring for such tender skin. I like having my beautiful ring that was my husband's mother's star sapphire back on my hand. I never knew her, but I like the connection I have to her through her son and now her granddaughter.