February 7, 2010

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.