The ring, the ice rink. The symbol of love, the symbol of play. The new diamond ring on the left hand. The ice skates and the blue jeans. The silver metal of the skates and the platinum of the band. Prongs holding diamonds and rinks holding throngs. My husband still holding my hand as our daughter reaches for the hand of her new fiance.
There could be a lot to wax philosophical about in recounting the story, in retelling the tale.
Instead I just enjoyed the precious moments, minute-by-minute as they happened, and again, reliving them, as I created a permanent record of it here. I played with the photo to make it have a little artsy ooommph effect. Denim and diamonds. Sort of a Texas thing.
Skating through life: metaphorical, but that is what I hope for them, and it is always more fun with others.