Big day, folks. HUGE day.
For the first time in nearly four months, four long and painful months, four months filled with vicious assuming glares from strangers, I was able to wear my wedding rings. I may have shed a tear the day I had to remove them for fear that if I didn't, I may wake up one morning with the emergent need to remove a digit and I most certainly cried a little when I was finally able to slide them back on my oh-so-naked ring finger yesterday evening.
I'm not lying when I admit to trying them on almost every single day since the bith of C. And just when I was about to call the jeweler and ask them how long it would take to resize a wedding set, I turned on the shower to the coldest setting and stepped inside armed with fiery motivation and a bottle of Pantene Pro-V deep conditioner.
Can you blame me for missing them?
I just need to keep reminding myself.. baby steps. Wedding rings today? Who knows what lies on the horizon.