The little things.
We all have routines and the things within those routines eventually, and probably unintentionally, go unnoticed. If you do something enough, it becomes a habit. Today, as in five minutes ago, I realized something became routine that never should: putting on my wedding ring. To those who do not know, I love my ring. Before we were engaged we talked a little abut things I liked and didn’t like in rings. I don’t like square, I don’t want that ring that looks like everyone else’s (the one with the princess cut center diamond and the other 2 at each side…). I love things that are different but in a good way. I have this really horribly picky sense of style. It takes me weeks to find heels to wear with a black dress. To no one’s surprise, Louis picked the most perfect ring I could imagine. Everyday since that day I put my ring on. That amazingly perfect ring. And it doesn’t click. I looked at my ring today while typing and it made me happy. I am such a lucky girl. Not only is my husband smart, tall, dark and handsome – he gets me. Even the parts of me that I didn't know where there.
