i turned fifteen. for my birthday, i received a ring. this ring... a ring that no longer fits my finger. a ring with a bent band. a ring that meant the world to me at fifteen and still means the world to me now at thirty-five. that ring? it was given to me by a boy. but, not just any boy. this boy stole my heart. and, over the years, that boy gave me many rings... including the OTHER ring in the picture. twenty years ago, adam & i celebrated my 15th birthday together {he was the lone boy in a living room full of teenage girls...lucky him}. here we are, twenty years later, celebrating my 35th birthday. still together. this year, i did not get a ring or other fancy things. instead, i got grocery store flowers that turn the water in the vase pink … [Read more...]
