As it gets closer to the summer I keep listing off all the things we still need to get in order for the wedding. My mom fell victim to this listing a few weeks ago and wedding bands were mentioned among the things we still need to get. She asked if David still had his fathers (he passed away a few years ago) and suggested he may want to wear that. He did indeed have it and when I floated the idea of him wearing the ring he really liked the thought of having a piece of his father with him all the time. Why didn't we think of that! The next weekend my mom had found her wedding band (my father has also passed away many years ago) and gave it to me to wear if I wanted. I actually had this one picked out but decided that I also wanted to wear hers. On a completely superficial note, oddly enough, they both completely match! They also both fit us perfectly with no re-sizing required. It was obviously meant to be.
I started thinking of the symbolism that went into it as well and how surprisingly the thought of hand-me-down rings hadn't occurred to either of us. These were the rings that kicked off the relationships that eventually lead to us and the idea of carrying on those commitments got all those pesky, sentimental feels brought up! So come July these little guys will be free from their jewellery box prison to carry on showing the commitment between two people.