I don’t wear my engagement ring too often these days. Henry is a twiddler, and if he’s not playing with my ring, it’s snagging his clothes or leaving indentions in my finger while he’s nursing. Not great for mom duties. I’m always a little afraid I’ll damage it. I wore it yesterday, though, and I’m wearing it again today while Henry’s at school. It’s nice to wear something impractical, something from another time. It reminds me why we got into this whole parenting thing in the first place.
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