had one of those heart-in-your-chest moments today, so i thought i’d write about what caused it.
was in the shower, angry at myself for seemingly not losing any weight at all this week. i’ve been working out pretty hard and not eating much, but, on the scale last night, i saw a number i did not want to see. so, i was in the shower, cussing myself, when my claddagh ring slipped off.
it’s never done that. granted, i was all soapy in the shower. still. the second it was off my hand, i panicked and realized i hadn’t been without the ring in 10 years. of course, it was just beside my feet, but i was scared anyway.
so, i thought i’d tell you the story of my beloved claddagh ring.
i’d never heard of them until i saw “surprise,” an episode of my favoritest show of all my favorite shows, “buffy the vampire slayer.” angel gives buffy a claddagh ring for her birthday. see below:
i decided right then and there i wanted one. i found a few cheap ones here and there, but then one of my besties, debbie, told me her mom had bought one off qvc. i had to have one.
i don’t remember the details, now, like if deb’s mom gave it to me or if i paid her back (but i do remember it cost $20…i think). but i know she gave it to me the night of the class of 2000’s graduation. we were all there to see our friends go, and debbie’s mom gave me the ring that night. i was in love with it from the second i saw it. it was so shiny – not a scratch on it. inside, on the heart, reads, “made in ireland.”
i think i might have not worn my claddagh for a few years, but i honestly don’t remember when and for how long, but more or less, this ring has been on my hand for 10 years. it kind of blew my mind today to think about what all this ring has seen… my first kiss (and first other things, i’m sure). a few seedy bars. college. lots of newsprint and ink. new york city. savannah. countless nights of sleep. simon cowell’s hand (get your mind out of the gutter, we just shook hands). and yes, i know you’re not supposed to wear a ring absolutely everywhere all the time, but my little ring has stood the test of time.
angel tells buffy in that episode that if you wear the ring with the heart pointing toward you, that means you belong to somebody. in 10 years, i’ve only done that twice, for my only two truly serious boyfriends (though there have been a few beaux here and there…some i’d like to forget, mmk?).
debbie’s mom passed away about six months after she gave me the ring. that’s another thing the ring means to me – as cheesy as it sounds, it’s true: life can be over in an instant.
i guess this ring may be my favorite possession. it’s never left me, and i’ve never lost it. it reminds me of one of my best friends and her sweet mom, it reminds me of my favorite TV show, it reminds me of love. it reminds me of me.
ps. if i’m only losing weight on my ring finger, i’m seriously ticked.
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