It's carefully composed - my hand is on top because after weeks of planning and scrupulous attention to our hands and nails (they NEVER look this good, people) Cait burned her hand twice getting toast out of the toaster.*
Generally speaking I don't like my hands. They are short and stubby. People are astonished at how small they are - some kids at school have bigger hands than I do. My nails are weirdly shaped and I can't stand letting them get long (I'm on Moxie's flaxseed-oil-for-happy-sleepy-babies plan and it's making me nuts because my nails are growing so fast!). The nails you see in the picture are ver-r-r-ry long for me.
I do love our engagement rings. I had dreams of proposing to Cait with a ring in hand but also wanted us to have matching rings. Plus I have no confidence about choosing jewelry for other people. I was terrified I'd pick a ring she hated - and that would be a lousy way to get engaged! So the proposal(s), unromantic as they were**, were ringless. We went out and chose rings together. The ring we found is very much the ring of my dreams. Cait was apprehensive at first because it seemed so big to her (she likes flat, flat, flat rings only) but has grown to love it. It's funny to see a picture of just the engagement rings now! Our wedding bands are plain white gold bands.
Speaking of weddings, I'm off to the courts downtown to file my official name change request. We've been married*** 3 years now and I'm finally getting around to changing my name. I really want us to all have the same last name as a family, so I am taking Cait's name. Catch you later!
*Hence, toaster tongs as a Christmas present from me later that year!
**A story for another time, I'm afraid.
***Duh, not legally.