That's how long Matt and I have been married.
When I was in the hospital for several weeks before Michael's birth I was pumped full of fluids. It didn't occur to me to take my wedding band off (I had removed my engagement ring) until it was way too late. Someone from maintenance had to cut it off once it started to hurt my finger. At the time that ring was the least of my worries.
When I was in my third trimester with Harper and my rings were too snug, I got a very thin gold band at JC Penny and wore it in place of my rings. After Michael was born I just slipped that ring back on and I've been wearing it for over two-and-a-half years. This past week Matt took my rings to the jeweler and, just like that, I have them back. Until I put them back on my finger today I hadn't realized how much I'd missed them. I almost cried in the jewelery store.
It's not that they are prettier or more expensive than my other band (although they are), it's that these are the rings Matt gave me. The one he got down on one knee and proposed with and the one he slipped on my finger in our family church in Wisconsin. No other rings in the world could replace these rings. I'm so grateful to have them where they belong.
Incidentally I discovered two things tonight:
1) I am not a good photographer of rings.
2) I will NEVER find work as a hand model.
P.S. The rings are gold, not silver or white gold, as seems to be the rage these days. I just couldn't get the photo to look decent in full color.