Thomas Covenant, the Unbeliever

I wear a ring of white gold around my left "ring" finger. I have never worn a ring before except for about a week when I tried having a pinky ring.

The 8mm thick solid white gold ring shimmers in the sunlight and reflects an image of myself when I look in it, slightly distorted and funny looking. It is comfortable and I like the extra weight on my hand. The weight is new, yet somehow familiar, like I knew it should have been there all along. I like to play with it--twisting it and polishing it, paying attention to getting it clean when I wash my hands. I like my ring. It is a new and exciting part of my body. Just as much as my wife is a new and exciting part of my self.

I had the privilege of writing my and Emily's vows for the wedding.

I have reprinted them here, for the rememberance of those who were there, and for the convenience of those who were not:

I _______ freely give myself to you ________, to be your life mate.
To wander through this life together
Through valleys and upon mountains
Through shadow and through light
Through joy and through sorrow
Through good times as well as trying times

I promise to daily give of myself to you; to cultivate a selfless and pure love between us, so that we might share our love with those around us.

And just as Jesus Christ laid down his life as on offering for us, so I give my life to you.

Seriously, I can't believe I'm married. It's surreal. But very cool.

Word.