My husband Steve and I have been married for several decades. We were both very young when we got married, children of the Age of Aquarius. We didn’t want traditional wedding rings, so we paid $200 to have a local goldsmith weave us bands comprised of four shades of gold, which we likened to the many colors of our relationship.
We loved the rings because they were uniquely ours. But a few months ago, Steve got an infection on his ring finger. The finger swelled before he had a chance to take off his ring, and the doctor had no choice but to cut it off.
We considered the option of having the ring soldered, but decided against it because we knew it would never look or feel the same. As we talked about it, we realized that we had evolved over the many years we had been together, so maybe it was time that our rings evolved, too.
We found another goldsmith (we assumed our original one was either long retired or deceased, and we now lived 1500 miles from him anyway) who had the skills of deconstructing the many colors of gold and creating two new rings from them. He submitted a variety of designs to us, but none felt quite right.
Then one day, I realized that the best thing to have come from Steve’s and my relationship were our two daughters, Amanda and Erica. I sketched a design that included both of their initials: the A in green gold, with the E in rose gold embracing it. Both letters were woven into yellow gold. Steve perfected the design, and the goldsmith successfully recrafted the rings. In the end, they were more beautiful than the originals were.
Steve and I decided that we would exchange them the next time we were together with the family. We had rented a cabin in the Minnesota northwoods, and the girls, their husbands and our grandchildren were going to meet us there for a few days of vacation.
We gathered all of them under a canopy of pine and birch one evening. “When we got married,” I said, looking at their precious faces, “we could never have imagined any of you. And I’m sure you could never have imagined your spouses or your own children. And that’s what we wanted you to hear: that the best things in life are the things you could never imagine.”
We could see tears welling up in our daughters’ eyes. “One day, these rings will be yours,” I continued. “And when you get them and see your initials in them, just remember what you heard here tonight: the best things in life come from love. And they will be more wonderful than anything you expect.”
Think about your own life. When has love brought you more than you imagined? When have you been surprised or delighted by the arrival of a person, thing or experience that changed everything for the better?
If that has never been your experience, trust that it can be. Just as your presence has brought delight into the lives of others, so there are people and things waiting to do the same for you. If they’re not arriving, it may simply be because you are blocking them by needing to control. Just let go and trust that there are gifts waiting for you, because there are.
The love that is within you is the most powerful energy in the world. It is alive, and it is infinite. When you stop trying to protect or apportion it, it flows freely with the tide of life, nourishing you with both beauty and joy.
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