A year or two ago, after Blaine had radiation, he went through this weird sort of “swollen” phase. His hands, his fingers; even his feet and ankles. For months and months, pretty much, he looked like me at about eight months pregnant. And while we could laugh at the indentions around his ankles that his socks would leave, he did hate the fact that he had to stop wearing his wedding ring. He hadn’t gained any weight (which is the reason why *my* wedding ring doesn’t fit me anymore, and why now I just wear my anniversary band on my left hand) but still, that twenty-year old ring wouldn’t go even past his knuckle. And I guess maybe the joints expanded or something, because even after the swelling finally went away, the ring still didn’t fit.
He asked for a new wedding band for Christmas this year, so that’s what I bought him. He had been carrying his old band around, attached to his key chain. After he got the new ring he took the old ring off the key chain and set it on the windowsill under the kitchen window. He mentioned casually that he didn’t know what to do with the old ring, and I said to definitely keep it, that I might like to wear it on a chain sometime. Which sparked the following conversation:
Kendrie: Well, can I have it?
Blaine: What do you want my old wedding ring for?
Kendrie, in total seriousness: To give to Nicholas.
Blaine (practically snorted with laughter): No, you can not have my first wedding ring to give to Nicholas!
Kendrie: Well, then, could you take me shopping so I can get him a new ring?
Kristie: Kendrie, why do you want to buy him a ring? Isn’t that sort of a grown-up gift?
Blaine: No, honey, I don’t think you need to send Nicholas a ring, new OR old.
Kendrie paused, and just looked at us like we had no good common sense, before replying: Mom, Dad, he’s READY for Phase Two!