A Promise Found

It's been found! For months I steadfastly believed that I had lost my wedding band forever. I couldn't recall when or where I had last seen it. Was it misplaced? Was it stolen? My husband insisted, and he truly believed, that my ring would eventually turn up. All I knew was that my left hand felt completely naked and exposed without it. I was heartbroken.

On many occasions my wonderful husband offered to replace my band with a "better one" but I always refused. A replacement just wouldn't be the same. My ring is a simple Tiffany band and probably wouldn't provide a thief with that much of a night out on the town, maybe just a few rounds of beer and private lap dance or two ;) but the symbolism of that ring means the world to me. As I mentioned to a friend, the kind of ring never mattered. Even if my wedding band was a plastic ring found at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box, I just wanted "my" band back.

Our home used to belong to a couple who owned lots of books so there are a few built-in book shelves. My ring apparently fell into a crease on a shelf where I would normally place it. A few days ago my husband found it while I was out taking the dog for a walk and he was looking for some paperwork. Just as I walked in the house with the dog my husband asked, "Is this what you've been looking for?" while holding up the ring. My mouth dropped. He followed it up by gently placing the ring on my finger and softly saying, "I do." We embraced a long embrace and I'm not going to lie folks. I cried the ugly cry. I know this story might sound corny to some of you, but for others who know me know that the loss of my ring has been a major thorn in my side.

Please excuse my makeupless, just finished crying my eyes out from happiness, badly in need of a manicure selfie. From this angle my hand looks like it belongs to a giant, doesn't it? I just wanted to share that the ring, the symbol of the promise my husband and I made to one another all those years ago is back, and I'm now a happy, sniffling, excited mess. I think Winnie the Pooh said it best. “Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”

Peace, love, and lots of chocolate,

~HZM

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