Wedding Ring Blues

I know that there are worse things in life, but imagine the pain I felt when I looked down at my finger to see this:

And to retrace my steps was not going to be an easy task. I had been to a retail store, a doctor's office, and a grocery store prior to me noticing the diamond was missing at my house.

At first I cried. Yes, I'm a baby. I told Sam that my heart was broken. Obviously, the diamond can be replaced, but the sentimental value it holds in our marriage was gone.

I emptied our vacuum and vacuumed the house. Twice. Then I inspected the vacuum bag only to find mounds of dirt, rocks and hair (seriously, 3 girls in the house can produce a lot of shedding hair!)

I called every place I had been to report it missing in the RARE chance that maybe it would have been spotted and turned in.

I searched the car, the diaper bag, my purse.

I looked through my clothes since I had changed.

Then I went to Sam's Christmas Party...without a ring on my finger. :(

26 hours later I FOUND IT!!!

I was putting Jonah in his car seat and lo and behold, right there on the floor beneath him, my diamond sparkled as if to say "Here I am! You can have me back!"