When I imagine my wedding ring, I imagine myself in labor, sweating, hair up in a messy bun, forehead wrinkled and me in an ugly blue hospital gown with a red face and then imagine what it would look like on my hand in that moment. If I would still like it then. If it still is perfect in that moment. And this ring is.

When I imagine my wedding ring, I imagine myself in labor, sweating, hair up in a messy bun, forehead wrinkled and me in an ugly blue hospital gown with a red face and then imagine what it would look like on my hand in that moment. If I would still like it then. If it still is perfect in that moment. And this ring is.

ME.

ME.

My parents backyard is gorgeous….

My parents backyard is gorgeous….