The Men In My Life

I’ve got a new look lately that the three big men in my life colluded to bring about.

The first man in my life, my dad, bought me a delicate gold chain for Christmas one year in my teens.  This is a grown-up’s necklace, he said then.

The second man in my life, my husband, bought me a beautiful diamond engagement ring for Valentine’s Day in 2006, and an elegant gold wedding band in October of the same year.  This is for lifelong love, he said then.

The third man in my life, my son, made my fingers too fat to wear the rings, so now I wear them on my dad’s gold chain around my neck.  This is retaining water, I said to myself, because he doesn’t talk.