My wedding ring that has not left my finger in forty years, two months and 3 days, not that anyone is counting.
It is 14 carat gold and has a small diamond in it. My wife wears one that matches mine but has a smaller diamond and has less gold. A fact that probably still to this day slightly annoys her.
It is Dutch because we were married in Rotterdam Town Hall.
We agreed to things in Dutch. We don’t remember quite what they were. There were three things beginning with C and we’re confident one of them was co-operation. The other two? No clue.
Some people in the room didn’t approve of our marriage, there was a line of argument that said I wasn’t good enough for her. I agree, I still agree. But she said yes and I chose to listen to her.
They said it wouldn’t last, I beg to differ. I can now. Fourteen thousand six hundred and sixty three days later – I’d say that’s a decent counter argument.
Perhaps I should ask for an apology. A public apology on the steps of Rotterdam Town Hall. You were there to witness my marriage and you raised a good point, but you were wrong.
People ask what is our secret, it is no secret, it is just showing up and doing the best you can for the other person, and them doing likewise for you. If you are both putting their best interest before your own then you can’t ask much more of each other.
Her smaller not-so-impressive ring. She still wears it. Every day.