My mom never had a diamond in her wedding band—just a simple gold band on her slightly crooked ring finger that I have watched grow leaner over the years. What used to be plump, unlined skin is now delicately thin—exposing veins like twisting rivers along the back of her hand.
Yet, the gold band remains unchanged.
As a child, I can remember being bothered by the fact there was no diamond in my mother’s wedding ring. Throughout my middle school and high school years, I remember repeatedly suggesting to my family that we all pitch in and buy her a diamond. But my mother’s response was always the same: “That is not what is important to me.”