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The Final Touch

When Brent and I got married, we knew that we would be doing a fair bit of traveling during our life together, and we didn’t want to have to worry about losing our wedding rings.  So, before we left for a month-long backpacking trip through Italy, we set out to find some cheap substitutes.

A week before we were to depart, we were in New England for the wedding of two good friends, and we happened to pass by Silverscape, a small jewelry store in Northampton, MA.  We walked in to look around, unsure of exactly what we wanted.  “Check out this one,” Brent said after a few minutes.  “Is that hebrew on it?”
I picked up the small silver ring and inspected it more closely.  For once, my cursory knowledge of the language didn’t let me down.  “Um, I think those are our vows,” I replied incredulously.
Though our wedding ceremony was quite personal, we opted for simplicity in our formal commitment to each other.
Ani L’Dodi V’Dodi Li.  I am for my beloved and my beloved is for me.
Lyrics from a traditional hebrew song, the line is pretty popular among Reconstructionist Jews, and sure enough, the words had been inscribed onto the rings we found that day in Northampton.   
It seemed too perfect to pass up, so we paid for the set, and the jewelers shipped them to our house.  The small box arrived just hours before we left for JFK airport en route to Rome, and those rings joined us for four weeks of adventures – in bustling cities and small villages, across 60 miles of mountainous peaks in the Dolomites [check out the cover photo for this blog] and around the high walls of the tiny town of Lucca, through catacombs and medieval castles and bombed out bridges, always in search of the perfect gelato combination.  The trip was memorable, to say the least, and we hoped that it would be the first of many.
So now, with our bags packed and our passports copied, our itinerary emailed to family and our hiking shoes at the ready, there’s only one thing left to do.  It’s time to swap out the rings.  And then we’ll be on our way.

7 responses to “The Final Touch

  1. Denise August 1, 2009 at 10:04 pm

    What a cool story!! I love it!! Have fun!

  2. X-Country2 August 2, 2009 at 1:05 am

    What a beautiful story. Wonderful how life works out some times.

  3. N.D. August 2, 2009 at 1:19 am

    THat's so cool. : ) Have fun!

  4. Angela and David Kidd August 3, 2009 at 12:54 am

    Very cool story. Have a great time!

  5. Kim August 4, 2009 at 1:22 pm

    Awww…why that almost made me cry, I'm not sure. Maybe because it's so beautiful and you write so well. I LOVE reading your blog.Have a WONDERFUL trip!

  6. I Run for Fun August 4, 2009 at 6:31 pm

    Aw…that is so sweet. Have a fun trip…with those rings as company.

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