What a surprise. It’s raining out again and our yard is flooded. If my dog didn’t have the “Bob Barker Special” when he was a mere 6 months of age, his testicles would be floating out there like two hairy beach balls.
For the past ten minutes I’ve been watching this squirrel clung to the side of our tree. He hasn’t moved an inch. Poor thing must be so scared. Shawn says that it’s fake. He said that he saw our neighbor with the lawn ornament fixation hop the fence and nail it to our tree. She’s a strange one and I wouldn’t put it past her. She loves to decorate all the things.
Chunky found his way onto my lap and pressed the back of his big head into my collar bone. He may be six and at almost half my weight and as “tall as my boobs” but he still loves to cuddle. He usually fidgets with my jewelry especially the ring on my right hand.
It’s not a flashy ring but if you were to ask me how much it costs, I would tell you that it’s worth more than all of the rings in every jewelry store in the entire world. Set in the white gold band are seven small diamonds and in the center is a piece of beautiful pink coral cut in the shape of a heart.
And when the light catches it right, it sparkles just like how I remember the ocean did in Hawaii.
He’ll ask me, “Who bought you this ring?” and I’ll laugh and say, “The most handsomest boy in the world. You!” Even though he’s heard a million times before, he’ll beg me to tell him the story of how I got the ring. He wriggles his bottom in place and listens intently….
The ring was my very first Mother’s Day present.
Now I don’t tell him this part of the story but I dreaded the day. I had postpartum depression and I felt that I was undeserving of such an occasion that celebrated wonderful loving doting mothers who baked shit from scratch and vacuum cleaned their driveways.
I was anything but.
I cancelled our BBQ that we held every single year for our moms but despite my wishes to remain isolated all day, my husband did drag me out of bed to hand me a small box.
He had gone through a lot of trouble to get it. He went through our old photo albums from our honeymoon to find a picture of the jewelry shop that we had visited. He then contacted them and then ordered a ring. Since the ring contained a piece of coral, it could not travel across the Canadian border which meant he had to arrange for it to be ahem…..it found its way.
“You always talk about how happy you were on our honeymoon to Hawaii and had mentioned that you’d give anything to feel that way again. It’s a piece of coral from Hawaii. It’s your piece of happy.”
Thing is, I’ve always had a big, huge, GIGANTIC piece of happy — the both of them.
But don’t let Shawn know.
I love the ring and I want to keep it.
He told me too that the ring was to remind me to keep fighting for my happy — I’ll always fight for them.