Three

The rings I've worn for three years now. The middle stone from my mother, the two on the sides from his mother - a family combined. The filigree swirling gracefully around my finger. The thin band from the pawn shop in our hometown. These things are precious to me, but they are just that - things. They represent something far less tangible but far more real: my marriage to my best friend and soulmate. Our two families made into one, with us as the everlasting hinge. I love you past the stars, forever. Always. Happy anniversary baby.