When Tay’s grandmother died, we were in New Brunswick for the funeral and during one of the days that followed, one of Tay’s aunts called me into the bedroom and told me that they wanted me to have a piece of her jewellery. She showed me the three things that her and her sister and put aside for me to choose from and I ended up selecting a platinum ring with a purple stone that I would end up wearing quite often in the years following her death.
When I was pregnant with Clara, my engagement ring became to uncomfortable to wear but my wedding ring by itself felt a little too loose so I wore Tay’s grandmother’s ring with it for the remainder of my pregnancy. It meant a lot to me when I was first given the ring – it was my first indicator that I was accepted into their family, and it meant a lot to me to wear Dot’s ring while pregnant with Clara because I know how much she had hoped we would have children and how thrilled she would have been if she’d been alive for my pregnancy and then to meet Clara.
These photos are from ten days before Clara was born – I’ve posted them on here before – but they’re the only photos I have (that I can think of) where I’m wearing the ring.
I love everything about these photos so much, even that big, big belly. Especially that belly. Boy, do I ever miss it.
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