A nice Mother's Day...and week

Mother's Day was...quiet. That's a blessing, these days. Two teenagers in the house, each of whom plays a LOUD INSTRUMENT. Quiet is a big blessing. A wonderful present!

And Ranger gave me a gift, too, although not for Mother's Day. It was a few days before, as we strolled around downtown. This is a quaint, artsy area of town, and I just love it. We ate lunch at the Indian restaurant and walked. My doctor said to make sure to move my back, so it doesn't get stiff. "Life is motion," he said. "And motion is life." Yeah, yeah, yeah....

A cool wind kicked up and blew through the narrow street. Ranger stopped off at his car and got his official ranger jacket for me to keep warm. I tucked into it, but it fit awkwardly.

"Something's in the pocket," I said, examining the problem.

Ranger grinned. "Oh, is there? You might just have to take it out."

He had a very self-satisfied look. I'd been set up. Another surprise was about to happen.

I reached in the pocket and felt what was in there.

A box.

A little box.

I pulled it out and took a look.

A little box from a jeweler's shop.

The kind rings come in.

I glanced up at him. "Open it," he said.

Inside was a silver band. The band's design wound through the twists of a Celtic knot. Ranger knows these knots are special to me. When done right, they have no end, no beginning. They are eternal.

All I could do was gasp.

He was grinning ear to ear. "Go on. Try it on." I didn't miss that he gestured to my right hand.

I did. A perfect fit. But how did he know that? He explained that while we were holding hands the other day, he'd wrapped a finger around mine, to measure. It had worked.

I hugged him. Kissed him. He said, "This is to always remind you that my love for you is like this knot. It has no end. It has no limits. And it's my promise that you are my one and only. You don't have to worry about that ever."

We continued our walk. In the chilly wind, I was blissfully unaware of the cold.