My Wedding Band

Many men look at their wedding band, and what they see is a curse; it’s that which attaches them to the “ol’ ball and chain.” If they could just get free, they would run as fast as they could, never looking back. It’s what prevents them from being free men.

I don’t see it that way.

When I look at my wedding band, I see an attachment, but not to a ball and chain. My band is what attaches me to that which anchors me to what is real in life- the love between Noo-dang and I. It is the part of my lifeline that must hold when the rogue waves of the world broad side the ship of my life.

My band has an inscription that reads “Dee ♥ Dang Forever.” When it was set upon my finger, I made sure that it was turned where I could read it. My angle was the most important, for when I view it, I don’t see a contract I can’t get out of; I see a promise of something good lasting. In a world where impermanence seems to rule carte blanche, I can count on one thing proving that rule wrong… “Dee ♥ Dang Forever.” And, often, that little reminder that rests upon my finger makes all the difference.

My wife has proven true and devoted. In all the times of my life, she stands not behind me, but beside me. The band upon my reminds me that she deserves no less from me.

What an honor and a privilege to proclaim to the world that I belong to someone whole-heartedly. My wedding band helps me do that day in and day out. It is the most sacred of objects that I possess. If there were ever an object endowed with power, it is the band that sets upon my left hand.

Like my wedding band reminds me… now and forever, Dee ♥ Dang.