found gold {what’s real?}
My hands were covered in blood and manure.
The new little calf fought my offer of milk from the bottle. She swung her head and tugged at her rope. The mother hadn’t licked off the baby and the remains of birth, manure and hay covered the shivering body. I knew the warm colostrum that I was trying to fight down its throat would make the difference between living and dying.
I moved my left hand to pry open its mouth and my diamond winked at me from amidst the filth.
A lot of women take off their rings to do dirty work. I did for the first few months of my marriage. There was a spot on my window sill that I would drop the shiny diamond and leave it safe until my hands were clean once again.
One day I went to get it and couldn’t find it. My heart skipped two beats. I started pulling things apart when I heard a chuckle behind me. I spun around and my mischievous husband’s gaze met mine. He dropped to one knee and proposed again.
“Why did you have it off?” He asked after I had once again accepted and the ring was back where it belonged.
“I was kneading bread dough,” I indicated the loaves now rising on the back of the woodstove.
“No need for that,” He kissed my cheek, “I bought it for you so it could be worn. Not protected.”
After that day, the only time it left my finger was while I was standing in Zales, waiting for it to be cleaned. The moment it was handed back, I put it on again.
This morning in the barn, I was struck again with how out of place it looked. Smears of filth and a diamond that catches light and makes rainbows.
My ring is white gold. There are different types but mine is a yellow gold band dipped in a mixture that contains other metals to lighten the color.
I loved it when it was new. It shimmered.
But life has been rough on it. Years of filth and cleanings have left it dull. The last time I stopped for a cleaning the lady informed me, “You’ll want to send it to get dipped soon. The white gold coating is getting thin.” She picked up the ring and pointed, “See, right here. The real gold is showing through.”
I told my husband when I got home. He started smiling, “Good.”
“Good?” I questioned.
“Sure,” he pulled me into a hug, “it’s a lot more valuable to have a ring that shows wear than to have a shiny new one. Anyone can get a new one. Very few have theirs long enough for it to be worn.”
He had a point.
Then he laughed, nuzzling my hair a bit,“Besides, it’s the real gold that showing through. That’s the valuable stuff.”
And the valuable stuff it what can stand up to the pressures of life. The dirt and filth. The cleanings. The bread dough. The manure. The bloody mess.
Everything else of lesser value just fades away.
And what’s left is real.
Oh, God. Make me more concerned with what’s real than with what shimmers.
edited re-post
This is so beautiful, Natasha, thank you for sharing something so precious.
Awww… made me cry!
Absolutely takes my breath away…auuuuuggh the ROMANCE! Great stuff my Sister!
Awww! So sweet! 🙂
Loved this Natasha!
I actually only wear my engagement ring when I get dressed up, because I have a terrible fear of losing it. My wedding band only comes off at bed time.
I never had a fear of losing mine until my husband pulled that stunt. Now I can’t bear to have it off. There was one time that I was splashed with acid (used to clean our milk tank) and it wouldn’t rinse off the ring so I had to not wear it for a few days and let it evaporate off… it was very, very strange and I was panicked that I would forget where I put it. 🙂
Again … beautiful. I, too, wear my wedding ring through all. Love your husband’s perspective.
He’s good at giving perspective. And life is so much easier with the ring staying right in place. 🙂
Such a precious post from a (two) beautiful heart(s)!
Thank you, Beth. 🙂
Love love love love love this! Beautiful in its truth. Your husband sounds a lot like mine: he’s good at giving perspective at just the right moment. How wonderful to be so cherished!
Yes, he is. And I am thankful every day for him. 🙂
I absolutely loved this post! I have a purity ring that I never take off. It has scraches that show its been worn, it’s become part of me. I hope that I’ll wear my wedding ring no matter what. I loved what your husband did, that’s so funny. He sounds like an amazing guy! God Bless You both!!
Thanks! So glad you enjoyed it. My husband is an amazing gift to me. I am thankful for all that God has blessed me with. 🙂
I have a purity ring like this too and hope that someday it’ll be replaced by a wedding ring that’ll get equally (or more) worn and beautiful.
love
oh, that my real gold would shine through after it gets roughed up by the dirt and gunk of the world.
Hm… yes. I have loved seeing glimpses of your gold, Nicole.