We make wedding rings, many every year, and there are as many different stories behind them as there are rings.
Here's one of my favorites, one I hold dear to my heart.
A few years ago, an elderly lady came in. I asked her, as I usually do, "Can I help you?" She could.
She wanted to surprise her husband with a new set of wedding rings. She knew he wanted them.
We chatted about this and that, she looked at the wide ones, the narrow ones, everything, and suddenly there they were, the perfect wedding rings. She had no doubt and seemed happy.
She told me it was a gift for his 70th birthday and that this would be their third set of wedding rings, as they had worn out two others.
As I was wrapping them up, I was struck by the profoundness of it all. I felt trusted and chosen, and was actually quite moved.
I said to her, "How wonderful that you've been married for so long; that's truly something, I think. It's no big deal to be 25 and newly in love and choose rings, but more than 40 years and you're still together, and you're buying new rings – I'm really touched by that."
Then she became silent, for a long time, a very long time it seemed to me, and I actually started to worry if I had overstepped her boundary of intimacy with a goldsmith.
But then suddenly she leaned forward, placed her hand over mine, and said confidentially, "It certainly hasn't always been easy – you should know that!!!"
And then we both laughed out loud, because I know that well enough; I'm in an "old" relationship myself, and we've certainly been through thick and thin in our home! 
He was happy, and I'll never forget those two.
To think of a marriage with more than forty years behind it, a life well-lived, and still investing in their love and bringing each other joy in that way!
It's good to remember, I think!
And here above is a picture of the rings she chose, Mountain.
Do you remember to celebrate love?