How Can Something So Wrong Be So Right?

I knew it was wrong before I did it. It breaks all the rules, goes against conventional wisdom, and is generally just frowned upon... but I did it anyway, and I'm not sorry.

Yesterday, we picked up our wedding bands.

(All together now!)
Ooohh...


Aaaahhh... (I promise you'll be able to see them better when a skilled photographer captures them in a few months.)



Anyway, we went to our jeweler to pick up the bands, which were handed over to us in one of those fuzzy grey boxes. When we got into the car, the box was in my hand. Before Nathan even started the car, we both eyed the box, then looked at each other. I could tell what he was thinking before he even opened his mouth: "Gimme."

"We could just wear them to dinner," I said, trying to justify it.

We opened the box and slipped on the rings so quickly we didn't even have time to think about it. We oohed and aahhed throughout dinner, in awe at the surreal feeling and fact that we'd actually be married in a few months.

The danger in taking the rings for a test drive, is that I was contemplating wearing it to work for "just one day." On the ride home Nathan, who has never had a ring in his entire life and had to get one made out of a manly industrial metal, took his band off. "I'm done," he declared. "It kind of itches." So they went back into the box, hidden away somewhere safe (an underwear drawer) until the big day.