I commented on Facebook awhile back about my tremendous joy in finding my lost wedding ring and promised the story would be posted on my blog, so here it is:
One morning, several weeks ago, we were getting ready to go to Craig's parents' house in Davenport. Gage was with me in the bathroom while I was getting ready doing his usual "playing" with the bathroom stuff. Later, on our way out of the neighborhood I noticed that I didn't have my ring on so I made Craig turn around and go back. When I went to the bathroom counter where I usually put it when I take it off at night, it wasn't there. I looked all around and couldn't find it anywhere. I went back to the van and said "Gage, do you know where Mommy's ring is?" Of course I didn't get an answer from an oblivious little 2 year old.
I felt so naked without my ring all weekend. The next week Craig and I looked thoroughly around the upstairs. I was just baffled and sick to think that my ring could be lost forever. (Craig was too, and not for sentimental reasons!)
A few weeks later we were in our hotel room in Las Vegas for a getaway weekend. I was in the shower when I heard Craig gasp. I peek out and what should he be holding? My beloved ring... that he found in his toiletry bag! Our dear little son must have put it in there that morning when it was out on the counter. The amazing thing is, Craig did not see it the entire time at his parents, or when he was in Chicago the next weekend!
Doesn't this picture just seem fitting?!
The find made it a great start to our Vegas trip! I couldn't have been happier. I suppose the few weeks I went without my precious ring made me appreciate it even more...and vow to never take it off again! Now Craig and I each have a good story about losing our rings...his is even more amazing. Maybe I'll write about it sometime. :)