We English teachers love a good symbol. We hunt for them in our books, teach our students to write about them, and rejoice at the unexpected discovery of them in everyday life. Some symbols can’t be taken too seriously however, else what would I think when my wedding ring, the symbol of everlasting love, unbroken togetherness and wholeness, the encircling of two precious lives became…broken. In two places. Not to mention the fact that the original diamond, lost years ago, had been replaced with a cubic zirconia that has seen better days. It’s a good thing our marriage is more solid than that little band of gold; still…. it was pretty pathetic looking.
Ever the romantic, the UC took me out for a special anniversary dinner and we picked out a new ring. The old one is tucked away in a safe place. The new one reminds me that “things” can get broken, but to be blessed with twenty-six wonderful years is more valuable than any piece of jewelry ever could be.