Happy HNT. I know I have already done a photo of my claddagh ring, but that is of my replacement claddagh ring. I bought it because several of the marcasite stones had fallen out of my original one. I have been wearing my garnet one for quite some time now, but I finally decided to run over to the jeweler and get my amethyst one fixed.
Mother gave me this ring for my twelfth birthday. She knew that it was a piece of Irish culture, but that was all she knew. Ironically, my mother is not Irish - my father is and consequently so am I, so that is why she gave it to me - but when I researched the origins and symbolism of the ring, I learned that it is something that mothers pass on to daughters. It is funny that my mother wasn't even aware of this, but she gave it to me anyway.
A couple of weeks ago I saw an elderly couple, and their wedding rings were claddaghs. I thought that was adorable. I wouldn't want my wedding ring to be one, though, because wearing two of them simultaneously would be overkill and I will never part with this ring that I have already had for ten years.