Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Incredibly Romantic story about the Ring I Wear on my right hand
(Sigh, 38 year old hands are hard to look at, sorry.)
Recently, I have had several people ask me about the ring I wear on my right hand. I realized I have not documented the story behind it but I have mentioned the ring a few times here on my blog.
My husband and I met during his first year of dental school. I was home for the summer from BYU between my junior and senior years at BYU. I had been home from my mission about a year. It had been a rough year for a lot of reasons and I came home to Boulder, CO to regroup and just bask in the attention of two loving parents.
I then met Dentist husband and my life would change positively forever. Honestly, meeting him is truly a manifestation of a loving Heavenly Father, who knew when was the right time for us to meet. We were on the same page instantly and our life together has been a blessing and joy from the day I met him.
We had been dating eight months when Christmas time rolled around. We were serious with one another but not ready to get engaged yet. We both wanted to date at least a year and I had this silly "losing my independence" fear that was always part of our early dating. I adored him. I knew we were meant to be together but was afraid of being absorbed in a relationship and not being me (and I liked me). Silly now, looking back, but at the time, it was a real fear.
Anyway, Christmas presents can be tricky when you are seriously dating someone and in my husband's case, not having any spare money. So, he decided to use what he had. He took all of his dental school gold projects (none of them had been in anyone's mouth,), melted them down and made me this ring. He had conceived it in his head one day while at school.
The ring is made of two intertwined circles. He cast them together but as two separate pieces using a separate "sprue" to each ring and then cutting the sprues and polishing the rings, as they were intertwined. (I realize this might be confusing, ask him for clarification). He did not cut the smaller ring and interlock it with the bigger and then solder it together. He wanted to cast it as one piece because he thought that represented our relationship--one.
He represents the bigger circle and I am the smaller one. He is wrapped around my finger and I am wrapped around him. I wore this ring on my left hand until we got engaged (5 months later). I never take it off and it is like skin to me. I have told my husband, "I would gladly give up my diamond engagement ring but never this ring. This is priceless to me."
So, there you have it--the incredibly romantic story about the ring I wear on my right hand.