Yesterday's post about our anniversary reminded me of something that happened before we got married. I didn't wear rings very often, so my engagement ring took some getting used to. One day I was rubbing the skin on my finger where the ring sat, feeling the growing indentation. Ben asked me what I was doing:
ME: "When you wear a ring all day for a long time, you eventually get a little indent in your finger."
ME: "Yeah. And the area gets kind of shiny and lightly calloused as well."
There was a tiny pause while Ben absorbed this information, and then he squealed, "I'm going to be...DISFIGURED?!?" He was so horrified that he very nearly refused to wear a wedding ring at all. But naturally, I wore him down. As did his ring.
One year on, the disfigurement is well on its way.