How embarrassing. You caught me staring. I'll admit it. But there is just one thing I can't help admiring about your husband. In fact, whenever I see this incredibly attractive feature in a man—well, I just can't help but glance and gawk.
The most attractive feature I notice about your husband is . . . his wedding ring. When I notice a man's wedding band, I know that he is a man of honor and integrity, and that he has committed his life to a woman. I imagine him standing up before the world and pledging his life and love to you. I know that he is taking the hard road of forsaking all others and keeping himself only unto you.
That little gold band is a symbol of his commitment to stay with you through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad. And when I see that ring, I know that he's had a few good times—and a few bad. I'm sure there have been days when he gave you a foot rub when he'd rather have been caressed. He's probably held you when you were wretched with the flu. He's eaten a few charred bites and claimed it was delicious. Maybe he has rubbed your back through some contractions, or been loyal through the hormones, headaches, and histrionics.
Or perhaps he caressed your belly and felt that little person tumbling and somersaulting inside you, when he'd have rather been the one rolling around with you. Or watched as your embrace consoled or nursed a little one, when he was left aching in hunger. Perhaps he's held you while you cried, knowing he was no substitute for the love you longed to birth.