Over a week ago I finished a day of house cleaning only to notice that my wedding and engagement ring were missing. I always wear them and it drives me crazy when I take them off just for a moment to put on lotion, do some scrubbing, or knead some bread dough. But I had no memory of taking it off, and it was not on my finger. I looked in all the places it might be with no luck.
After a few days went by I started to talk about the possibility of it being lost forever. Karl specifically picked out the dimond for me and had them put it in the ring. Then on Feburary 14, 2002 he knelt down and asked me to marry him with it. Later on June 22 the engagement ring was joined with the wedding band after we said our vows to each other before our friends and family. I loved that ring!
Yet, it was gone…
But today, over a week later, I went to get a wash cloth in the kitchen only to see it sitting there in the bottom of the drawer! I yelled over and over, “I found it!” as my eyes filled with tears.
What can I say… It feels so good to have it back on my finger again!






