There is something I like about seeing Steve’s wedding ring: his old, scratched up, crummy wedding ring – the one we bought for $60 even though I offered to spend more and get him something more stylish. He didn’t want anything stylish. This is Steve’s style. He is low-maintenance and doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. He is practical and traditional, and acts like he is more dull than he really is. His wedding ring is a gold band. That’s it. It looks just like both of our dads’ rings do.
Steve sings to me these hilarious homemade songs. He belts out notes at the top of his lungs while scrunching up his eyes in concentration, all while trying not to burst into uncontrollable laughter. I laugh until big, fat, tear drops roll down my face and I think I will literally die of laughter. Then, he finishes his song as if nothing had ever happened and returns to his normal life of watching tv. Sometimes I get an encore. Sometimes I get a re-run. An oldie but a goodie.
Steve talks to me about all the work he does at his seemingly boring job. I am proud of him for how hard-working he is and how much he knows for a person his age. I am proud of him because I know he will be promoted because he deserves it. He worked hard to buy a first home that doesn’t look like a couple boards nailed together. He is ambitious, but not in that in-your-face/kiss ass sort of way. He is ambitious with his quiet confidence.
He chooses not to correct my grammar because he isn’t petty. He doesn’t stir the pot, even when I egg him on. But if I want to get him riled up, I just have to talk about something he loves. He plays peacemaker, which annoys the hell out of me, but I also know I couldn’t stay married to someone who was any other way. Someone has to clean up after my battles.
When we’re across the room from each other, I smile in spite of myself just looking at him. And then I see his wedding ring. His simple ring stating that he belongs to me. Nothing flashy, just a symbol that says we don’t need all of this around us, we just need each other. And we do. I do. I need him. Without him, I am everything he’s not. Those qualities are a bit less desirable.