My hubby's illness has caused him to lose much weight and therefore, he no longer wears his wedding ring. Couples share many inside jokes and one of ours is when I ask him,
"Where's your wedding ring?"
He always replies, "In a safe spot."
I really have no idea where that spot is, but I always know when I ask that question, he will respond in the same way.
No matter how he feels or how deep asleep he is, if I pose the question to him he always says that his ring is in a safe spot.
As his illness, Pulmonary Fibrosis, has progressed, it has become very obvious how serious a disease it is.
In a few short weeks, he went from bathing himself, to unable to leave his bed.
Being an annoying wife, I still ask him that question,
"Where is your wedding ring?"
He still answers,
"In a safe spot."
Although, me being me, I had to go one step further.
"Well, I hope there is a sweet love note with it. You know how I love, love notes."
To that, no reply from him.
This month was my birthday and he commissioned our in-home care provider, McKenzie, a shopping list of presents that I told him were not necessary. But he did it anyway.
One thing I absolutely knew was on the list was a pair of slippers.
As romantic as my hubby is, he is also practical. Every year on my birthday, I get pair of ballerina slippers to keep my feet warm through the winter. Oh, and of course, a card. My hubby picks out the most sentimental cards ever! Guaranteed to make me cry.
This year, as I reached into my gift bag, through the pastel-colored tissue my hands found the slippers.
"Do you see the card?" He asked.
But, I didn't. There was no card in the bag.
"Oh, no! I had a card for you filled out and everything. It was in a creamy-gray envelope. Are you sure it is not there?" He asked.
"I don't see it, Babe. Don't worry it will most likely turn up" I said.
I did not find the card and he seemed very worried about it, but maybe one day, I will find the card where I will find his wedding ring.
In a safe place.