And I mean VANISHED!! I am not one to lose things. After tearing our small 600 sq. foot house + basement apart with the help of my Hubby, the pit in my stomach grew. I knew that it was gone; I would not find it.
As the days wore past, and after many glances down at an empty left-finger, the reality set in that I had really lost my wedding ring--the ring I failed to get insurance on; the ring that my husband chose for me and proposed with the night before my birthday; the one he couldn't wait for my birthday to give, because I was sad that night and he wanted to make it better; the only ring I ever planned to wear; the one he always said looked great on me and the one that he was proud to have given me--like he had somehow staken his claim with that very jewel.
For the next year I switched it up a little with fake bands. I say switched it up--because two of those rings turned my finger green. It was embarrassing to be at the jewelry counter and be shopping for my left ring-finger. I insisted on replacing my loss with a little something nice, as it was the least that I could do for myself as a ring-widow. It was also very awkward for me. I didn't like to appear unmarried with a toddler in my stroller and a growing belly, and because I was paranoid that some of the sales ladies didn't even believe that I was married...just that I wanted to be. I also felt cheap. I hated feeling that way especially since I knew I had lost such a beautiful wedding ring. Uhh...it really made me feel self-conscious.
After the first year of wearing fakes, Nate surprised me on our anniversary with another ring. Happy and surprised, I thanked him. My heart ached a little though, as my new ring was much different from the one that I used to have that was SO me.
Since the loss two and half years ago, we've moved three times. Each time, we've packed and looked carefully to find the missing ring. Nate and my brother-in-law searched high and low as they tore our tiny basement apart during the remodel of that house. The great mystery remained.
Last Tuesday, Brooklynn and her friend played dress-up in some of her baby clothes. Funny that that box of clothes was even in my house, as all the other boxes of too-small clothes of her's are in the garage in storage. When I finally got to cleaning up the mess on Wednesday, I sat down to fold and organize the clothes into stacks. About half-way through the pile, I felt a little something in the footsie of one of the one-piece outfits. I did a double-feel and right then, I knew exactly what I had felt.
There it was--a little dirty, but with the same glorious beauty--
My long-lost, long-loved, original wedding ring!!!!!!!!!!!!
I jumped up breathless, yelling GET-OUT!s and hightailed it to my phone to send Nate a message.
Remember this? No Way! I wrote next to the picture.
A short time later he returned my call and he couldn't believe it. While he looked at my picture-text he was asking his business partner--"Is that my house?" He couldn't believe that I had found the ring.
And neither can I. The ring is now on my finger, sized correctly, and symbolizes a lot of love and history for us.
This is what I could not wait to share! I hope none of you is let-down by my news. Who knows, maybe you were hoping I'd won a bunch of airline tickets and that I'd take you to NYC with me or to Vegas for a crazy weekend? Maybe you were thinking I had baby news, or that I had a great give-away?
In fact, I like the sound of that last thought--Give Away--since I am totally feeling the love. I'll see what I can come up with and let you know what & how you can win. Keep those eyes peeled! I've been known to bake up some serious goodness and dabble in quite a bit of crafting.
Asher's been screaming at me from his crib for a few minutes now, so I better run...
Have a GREAT night!