In the last week I have been asked four times a variation on the question:
“are you married?”
once, by a seven year old at church.
once, by the six year old next door who thinks having a driver’s license somehow insinuates marriage.
and once, by a friend at church who freaked when she saw a ring on my ring finger.
and then my dad, today, “why are you wearing an engagement ring?”
I’ve worn it for years on this finger. and just now it is drawing attention.