The Knot would have us be, and I confess we have taken quite a while investigating, discussing, trying on and thinking about our bands of silver, but as of yesterday, they are in our possession. And they are a secret.
I know that may seem a little odd for two women who decided to document via blog their journey to the altar (so to speak--no real altar in our backyard garden to note), but there is something about these little symbols of commitment that makes us want to keep them squirrelled away until the day we bless them and make our promises.
I can tell you that, in the end, we decided to go with matching ones--although we really didn't know that was what we were going to do until we found them. I can also tell you that they are hand-crafted by a local jewelry maker (we did know that, if possible, we wanted to make it a local purchase.) I can also tell you they are simple, but not plain and that we are both absolutely happy and content with them.
So, for now they are nestled together inside this little box--each in her own tiny little plastic bag and floating in cotton. I love knowing that they are there, ready and waiting for our son, Stuart, to carry them for us on August 13th until we can slip them on each others' fingers. I plan to wear mine along with the narrow, braided, silver ring Teri bought me as an engagement ring and Teri plans to wear hers alone on her left hand, moving her black diamond engagement ring to her right hand after the ceremony. It seems rather ordinary--our version of this tradition of giving and wearing rings--but I find that there is something amazingly ordinary in some of the most meaningful elements of the love, commitment, marriage trifecta!