My Grandmother's Rings

My grandmother Thaden was often observed caressing her wedding rings with the fingers on her right hand. My cousin told me this as she gave me the golden bands, one topped with a sparkly diamond.  Grandmama must have loved Granddaddy very much.  The rings were passed to my cousin after our grandmother’s death, but my cousin always thought our oldest cousin should have them, or maybe me since I was named after our grandmother.  After forty years, she chose me. 

My grandmother was a very small woman, and even though her fingers were thick, her rings did not fit me.  I felt like one of Cinderella’s step-sisters trying on the slender glass slipper.  Recently, with some sudden weight loss, I decided to try them again.  This time I was like Cinderella, because the rings slid right on and now join the gold band put there by my husband.  Now it is my turn to caress the rings as I admire the sparkle and think of my grandmother.