the ring


Last night I had this dream about a promise, about a ring. 
How strange that we use this symbols, that we wear them as reminders. 
When my youngest daughter was still very little, and I was some kind of a hero to her, she would fight with her sister to hold the hand with the bracelet, or to sit on my lap. She used to pay attention to every detail of my clothing, or my jewelry, and I remember she said to a friend of hers that her mommy could not take her wedding ring off because that would mean I was not married anymore. And she literally meant it; I could not take my ring at all off, not even for a second! She would get quite distress if I even try to show her that nothing would happen if I did take it off. 
Such is the topic of today's entry.

Last night I had a dream about a ring, I was in a restaurant? Don’t know, dreams are many times kind of a cloud of memories put together. All I know is that it was a table where more people that I could count were sitting and waiting for the so call moment when I was to receive this ring, the famous diamond that all girls dream to be given, I had had never been given one even though I have been married twice. Any way, in the dream I kind of knew how it looked like, because I had seen it before, weather it was by accident or because I had looked it was not clear but I knew how it looked like. 
It was this delicate ring with a single solitaire diamond, which the jeweler had said was very unique yellowish color.

When I got it, I hesitated to put it on… was I afraid? Did I know that it was a promise and I was not ready to actually promise?

How strange that we use this kind of symbols, how strange that we abide by them. And how funny that I would dream of a ring I had never received.