There is something sacred to me about the exchanging of rings. I love the symbolism rings hold, what they represent: I place this ring on your finger because I want the world to know you belong by my side for as long as we both shall live. You are mine, I am yours. We are each others. When I first got engaged I was constantly looking down at my ring, constantly fiddling with it. I loved the feeling that I had been "taken"... I was "off the market" ...let the world know. And I love looking down now at my husband's strong hand and seeing that ring on his finger... he is taken, he is mine forever... let the world know.
Yes, let it be known, he is mine!