The Ring
Here I am. Sitting at Howl at the Moon....Having a great time. I see at least 8 bridesmaids and their party. I sit and watch and I chuckle a bit. Why? Well simply because a girl meets a boy, meshes and waits and hopes that he pops the question so she can plan her perfect wedding. I see beautiful diamond rings on the fingers of these girls and feel happy for them but at the same time, I feel sorry for them. A ring and the size of the stone doesn't justify a damn thing.
I have a beautiful engagement ring. A ring stores away. When I got married, I asked my husband not to waste money on a wedding band.
Later in life we got tattoos on our wedding finger with the initial of our 1st name and it was the most awesome thing we have that means more than a diamond ring. I love my husband and our union!
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