I said I would post some pictures of our wooden wedding bands, so here they are. Actually, that's only half true: These are only my two. (We each got two rings made because we couldn't decide and they were inexpensive.) I haven't photographed Matt's two very well yet because when I took these photos he was at work, wearing one of them, and I have no idea where he keeps the other.
We got them made by our friend who owns this site: http://www.mnmwoodworks.com/
Here are both of my wooden wedding rings together:







Here is what each ring looks like on my hand.




The clear finish isn't as perfect as when we got them- my koa wood ring (the more golden of the two) is especially showing some wear. My bloodwood ring (the reddish one, obviously) appears to be holding up better. Maybe we'll get wooden ones again when these wear out and maybe not. It isn't important to me to have only one special ring, as long as I have something to put on my ring finger when I go out. They exist simply to denote to whomever I may meet that I'm married, and I wouldn't even worry about that too much except that Matt and I are going into professions where it's an important thing for people to know without having to be told. He already works in a psych hospital, but since he's working with kids it's less important at the moment. When we're in counseling, though, it will be an important reminder to clients. Of course, it may not help matters at all. Although my psychologist dad keeps pictures of his family in his office where his clients can see them every time they are in session with him, every so often a patient of his falls in love with him. The most recent time that I know of, she was really a basket case. It got so bad he said he wouldn't see her without her husband there for the session, but she refused that, and refused when he referred her to other (female) counselors. So he had to terminate counseling, of course, and she stalked him at his office, and stalked the family at the house, and did all sorts of ridiculous stuff. Eventually she gave up. I wonder if her husband finally won her over?

Then there's Dr. B, a professor at the college where Matt and I attend. He has done counseling and psychotherapy for many years and is a good friend of my father. He tells one story of a lady client who decided she wanted to seduce him. Every time she came to the office, she wore a more revealing outfit, to the point of being humorously, sadly ridiculous. The receptionist would let him know she had arrived by simply telling him, "She's heeeeeere!"

Anyway, random stuff. I'm doing laundry right now and it's taking SO long!

I love cuddling. It is a highly enjoyable activity. Today, Matt finished up the leftover lasagna and had only about twenty minutes until he had to leave for work. So, how did we decide to spend those few minutes?
Curled up on the couch together, holding one another. We were as snug as two happy kitties at rest. There's something so sweet about being in the arms of the one you love. We snuggled close and just talked, nuzzled and existed. Nothing else is needed. I lay still, wrapped in his warmth, soothed by the gentle rhythms of his heart and breathing.  The world outside might be falling to bits, but here, in our little sanctuary, all is well.