It's the One

It's the one he picked out himself.

It's the one he brought back from Mississippi.

It's the one he gave to me at the Denver Airport because I was too impatient to wait until we got home.

It's the one he thinks I don't like the style of.

It's the one I do love because it's from him.

It's the one I wore during his first deployment.

It's the one he told me was a symbol of Jesus' sacrifice for us, so that we can be strong and make a sacrifice for others.

It's the one I lost a few years ago.

It's the one he said he would replace, because he saw how upset I was about losing it.

It's the one that I praised God when it was found.

It's the one that is irreplaceable.

It's the one he put on me tonight.

It's the one I took off after he returned saftely from his first deployment.

It's the one I'll remove when he comes back home saftely from his second.