Chapter Two
The thought of wedding bands on two people always gives me immense satisfaction. Granted, it might not mean much in this day and age, but it still means a lot to me, to the household I grew up in, the wheres and hows of learning about family, about what it means to have a home. And rings have always been an important sort of jewelry, I think. My dad has two rings: one for his marriage and the other for his profession. My mom has one for her marriage. I have a silver crown that I wear on my middle finger. It’s mostly a placeholder for a Celtic knot that I bought in Iceland, then lost while washing lab equipment during my summer with the plant biology research lab back in Minnesota.
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