This is not a story of hobbits. However, this is a story of loss and beauty and love and friendship. So not really that dissimilar to the multi-million selling epic.
A few of you have asked about my rings and, because this close up my fingers look like Angelina’s (hey, at least one part of me looks like her), here are my rings on a beautiful orchid which has not yet fallen victim to my anything-but-green fingers.
Yes, my engagement ring is vintage. Actually it’s my second. The first family heirloom (from my mother’s side) went astray after I removed it to go running. I had this completely irrational fear that it would fly off my finger as I ran so I would always leave it at home. Ironically I lost it… at home. It’s still sad to think about even though it was years ago.
Somehow the mother-in-law produced this family treasure the week before our wedding. Not only is it beautiful, it’s very similar to its predecessor. Needless to say, I never take it off.