My Name and a Ring - by Bobby

I am so excited right now that I can hardly make the words I want to
say make any sense.

Let me take a deep breath and try to share this with all of you.

For those that will know this next part, please bare with me and for those that don't, I left my adopted name behind and took my parent's names for my own. I took my dad's first name, my mom's middle name, and my husband's last name. To make a long story short, my husband has never been thrilled that I refuse to go by my adopted name and we have had some down right ugly battles over it.

Now for the new information. My husband and I have started really talking about my adoption and how it has played a huge part in our marriage and why I decided to let go of my adopted name and how important it was to me for him to acknowlege me as Bobby. Well, something I said began to sink in and he has slowly started to call me, BOBBY! This is a huge step for him.

Now any adoptee will tell you how important their heritage is to them. My aparents have always told me that I was of Swedish heritage, but when I was reunited with my brother, he said that we were Irish and English. English from our dad and Irish from our mom. Chicago south side Irish to be exact. I was instantly proud of this and have been researching Irish and English history every since.

Well, today my husband left me speechless and in tears. I have been feeling kind of in the dumps lately because my parent's birthdays are in November, so to try to kick the dark mood, I got all the Chistmas stuff out today. I thought a little early Christmas spirit would
cheer me up. My husband saw the mood I was in and said, "We need to talk." Most of the time when he says this, he is pissed off about something. So, I sat down at the kitchen table. He said, "Give me your wedding ring." I said, "Hell no!" He said, "Would you just give me your ring." So, I handed him my ring. Then he placed a black box on the table and said, "Open it." So, I did and my mouth fell to the floor. Inside the box was an IRISH WEDDING RING!" He said, "Take it
out and read it." Engraved on the inside of the ring, it read, "Bobby, I love you." I just started crying. He said that he was going to wait and give it to me for Christmas, but he saw I was
starting to become depressed.