The Tale of My Engagement Ring

Several months ago, I lost my engagement ring which looks very much like this one. I was crushed. I looked down at my hand in the late afternoon and the ring was gone. I had no idea when it went missing. We had been at the Children's Museum that day and I was pretty sure it must have fallen off then. I cried and cried and cried some more when I told Travis. The worst part of it is that it had fallen off several times before that and I knew I should have had it resized. I just never got around to it. (It fit perfectly, then I broke my arm in a car wreck and I had to have it cut off then when they fixed it, it was bigger and so was I, then I lost weight and it was very loose.) To add insult to injury, I never got the rider on our insurance policy so it wasn't insured. Stupid, dumb mistake. I looked everywhere I could think of, but pretty much gave up any hope of every finding it. I even got a replacement ring which I do love--but I feel a little guilty every time I look at it even though it's gorgeous. Fast forward to this morning when I'm drinking my coffee and Jack comes in and says, "I found your engagement wing." OH. MY. GOSH!!! He did. He found it. He said, "I had to spin it awound to see if it was your wing--and it was." He found it in one of his dresser drawers. It must have fallen off when I was putting away clothes. (Which is pretty funny because I usually just pile them on any flat surface I can find.) I started crying and then so did little Jack. He totally understood how magical it was that he found it. He called Daddy and told him too. I'm so glad that I made such a big hairy deal about how sad I was about losing the ring so that Jack knew what it was when he found it! This is definitely an answered prayer. And a PSA to insure your ring and get it sized if its loose!