YAY, day 3 for celebrating Freedom to Marry week. There are many more posts, you're missing out of you don't check them out on The OTHER mother's blog.
I've been thinking about this one all week. I kept thinking "what do I borrow from Husband?" "What can I write about?" I got stuck..and then I realized..my ring!
It isn't something I borrowed from him. It's something he "borrowed" from my mom. It isn't the fanciest of rings, but I love it.
When my grandmother passed away, my mom got some of her jewelry. Most of the jewelry is costume jewelry, but it isn't about the value of the ring, it's how much it means to my family. My mom got this ring and gave it to Husband to give it to me for Christmas one year.
The reason why it's borrowed is because I hope to pass it down to my daughter one day. Hopefully, I will be alive to see it on her finger and it won't be a memory for my daughter. It will mean something to her. She will remember it being on my finger as she looks down and sees it on her finger.
5 friends have commented:
ahh that is such a sweet idea! so cute
What a beautiful story! Thanks for sharing
What a wonderful story.
Every time I come over here, I end up sniffling over something. You are just far too cute, and I loved this story.
Thank you so, so, SO, so much for all of your support. You have no idea how much it means to me. (((HUGS)))
AWWW...I love the ring too. Both for its looks and its special meaning to you.
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