Last weekend, my husband and I attended the wedding of one of my son David’s longest and closest friends. During her growing up years, Lily was like my second daughter, spending a great deal of time at my house and with my family. Now seated behind Lily’s parents during the ceremony and next to her mother at the reception dinner, I wept with joy for Lily and Viktor’s unabashed happiness.
Among my children’s friends, several couples will exchange vows in the coming year. David said, “They want the ring.” I asked myself, what ring do they desire? What ring had I desired when I was their age?
With many of my girlfriends getting married after graduating from college, I, too, became eager for a ring: security, partnership and children. Truth be told, I was also afraid of being alone, afraid that nobody I liked would want me, afraid of things that were out of my control. Not surprisingly, I got married and had children, everything I feared happened, and my marriage ended in divorce.
Several years and much soul-searching later, I got back on the carousel of life and reached for the golden ring. This time I knew what I wanted: faith, hope and love. That ring guides Keith and me through our days especially the hard times, which challenge us to do what does not seem within our capabilities.
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