Song of Solomon 2:15, “Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that are ruining the vineyards, while our vineyards are in blossom.”
My husband had to cut the wedding band off my finger this week. I had jammed my finger during exercise, and rather than running the risk of losing the ring by taking it off and tossing it in my disorganized purse, I waited. By the time class was over my finger had swelled, and I couldn’t remove it.
I felt very sad as the ring I have worn for 38 years was clipped off. My husband, being the pragmatist that he is, said, “I’d sleep better if I knew the ring wasn’t going to cut off the blood supply to your finger if it continues to swell during the night.” I felt nostalgic loss but not despair, as I placed my puffy finger before him. I wasn’t losing my marriage, only my ring. My husband’s love was shown as he worked his Dremel round and round to get the ring off. It took a while to thin the gold with the abrasive edge of the Dremel’s circular bit so that he could finally clip it, allowing me to pull the ring over my swollen finger as I gently prodded it open.
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