A Trinket

A very special ring box

While waiting for my sweetheart of a husband to gather his thoughts (his last post melted my heart ♥ ), I will take this opportunity to share a little trinket from the wedding.

This is our ring box. It's beautiful, and meaningful to me for it once belonged to my grandmother.

We were all very close to her, and I especially felt like she was my kindred spirit. She was also very generous, and in possession of many small but beautiful things. This box was one of those things, that I inherited from her.

When I lost my grandma, I lost the only person I felt truly understood me. Strangely enough, on one of our first dates, a few years after she had passed on, I somehow trusted Daniel with the knowledge of her. Imagine, sitting by the pool under the stars, sharing a drink with this very handsome man whom you barely know.  Then, for no apparent reason, you feel compelled to talk to him about your grandmother who passed away 2 years ago. It was strange, very unromantic, and I still don't quite understand why I spoke about it. I called him after to apologize for the potential awkwardness, but it was also special in its own way. It felt like closure to me. I suppose it was also a sign of my trust for him, sharing with him my intimate but hidden thoughts.

I still miss my grandma, especially at important moments like these ones. Reassuringly, mom once told me that Mamaji (what we called her) would have loved Daniel.

Naturally, I was looking for a way to honour her at our wedding. I had so wished that she would have been there with us. This ring box, keeping together the physical anchors that would remind us of this very sacred moment, was it.

See the rosemary lining the box? That is a remnant of the efforts of the nimble-fingered Liyana, who patiently twirled rosemary twigs into little rings that encapsulated our menu cards. It smelled delicious, and looked beautiful, but was ridiculously hard to make! I was very grateful for the effort and sacrifice she undertook, to make the day a beautiful one. Looking back, the memory of our 3 person production line, sitting on the floor of my hotel room scattered with gold thread, wire and rosemary, is worth more to me than the impressive product itself. I'm glad we did it, although I probably won't do it or ask for it to be done again. It was one of those telling moments that is so easy to overlook, but is actually a huge testament to love and friendship - that a friend, jet-lagged and tired with a thousand other things to also do and places to be, would sacrifice and do for you - for friendship and for love. Thanks Li ♥