My rings haven't fit since Tommy was born. After Luke, they were too small, so I got them resized. And now, after Tommy? They're too big.
I haven't worn them since July. I miss them, and I swear I keep meaning to get them resized, but it just never happens.
So today at the farmer's market, I splurged on a heart tray to keep my rings in, so at least they're not shut in a cabinet. The older man making them sits and crafts all these beautiful wooden items while he sells and today, he let Luke touch the soft wood as he was carving.
After I bought this, I told him to have a good day. He smiled in such a way that his wrinkles made his face look so lovely and said, "If I don't, it's my own fault!"
The $20 that I spent on this beautiful dish already seemed so little, but his words to me? The way they were so needed? Those were the best gift of all.