In one month Jason and I will celebrate our second wedding anniversary. We didn’t have a big wedding, in fact, we eloped. We didn’t tell anyone but the people we were with… and the guys that Jason worked with (so he could get the weekend off). When we arrived in New Orleans we had no definate plans, no dress, no flowers and no rings. We stopped in The Irish Shop and spotted some claddagh’s that Jason liked. There was one in his size and one in my size. We took it as a sign.
I had to stopped wearing my ring when I got big pregnant with Mac. My pre-eclampsia caused me to swell so much that I couldn’t get shoes on, much less rings. Once Mac was here and I lost all of the swelling I went back to wearing my ring. Then came the allergy… looks like I’m allergic to some metals when they are in direct contact with my skin. So now I wear the ring that Jason gave me when we were dating. It wasn’t really an engagement ring (since we weren’t engaged) it was more of a promise ring.
I still love my wedding ring. How could I not?
