I did not give up hope. I knew in my heart that it was somewhere, that it would eventually find it's way home.
Then my super cute husband did what all super cute husbands do and bought me a shiny new ring for Christmas. It could never replace the one he'd given me for Christmas thirteen years earlier, but, it was beautiful and I loved it almost as much as I loved him.
Eleven months later, we had just finished the storage room in the addition we'd built on to the house. I was going through stuff deciding what should and shouldn't go out there and decided to clean out a cedar lined box I'd had since my teenage years.
I lifted the lid, moved a few things and heard a clink. Hmmm... what could have possibly made that noise? Imagine my complete and utter SHOCK to find...
My long lost wedding ring.
OH YEAH... I had gone through that box looking for an item to use for sharing time in primary, which was the day after the baby shower. It had apparently slipped off my finger as I dug through the box.
Now I have two rings. Go me!
Rather than paying to have both rings resized, I kept the new ring on my left hand... and put the old ring on my right hand, after I got it resized it of course. That baby wasn't leaving my finger on it's own ever again.
I don't wear my rings all the time. They could catch on something, break off, the diamond could fall out, the ring could *gasp* mysteriously fall OFF my finger.
Plus, they drive me crazy, so I only wear them when I leave the house.
Last Saturday night, I put my rings on and left the house. By the time we got to Wingers for all you can eat sticky fingers, I noticed my ring finger on my right hand was swelling up and I couldn't get my ring off. I didn't think a whole lot about it, figuring I would put some ice on it when I got home and it would pop right off.
I was wrong.
We returned home. I tried everything I could think of. This ring was not budging. A third of the way into our Saturday night Netflix movie (Strange Brew), it was aching and my finger was turning purple.
Not
a
good
sign.
So the super cute husband did what all super cute husbands would do. He gave me a choice. Either we could go to the emergency room and pay a doctor to cut my ring off, or he could do it himself, which he didn't really want to do but didn't see any way around. So, he went out to the garage, got the wire cutters, snipped the ring and painfully pried it off my finger. It was all I could do not to cry. From the pain. Dang, those points were sharp!
Just one more thing I can cross off my bucket list. Have my wedding ring cut off my finger by my husband. Isn't that every girls dream?
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5 comments:
Wow! That is quite a story! So what are you going to do with the ring now?
I went to the jewelers and had it cut off then resized. it was no big deal to them.
I'm sure a jeweler could repair it for you. I lost my wedding ring once too. When we were packing up to move about 8 months later I found it in the little ones toy box. I'm like you though, rings bother me and I seldom wear them.
Oh my goodness! What a crazy story!! When I was engaged, I put my ring on one morning and discovered, to my horror, that the band was severely bent. I had been working a cleaning job the night before and had taken the ring off in the dark (amazing that it came off!!). A jeweler was able to fix it, but it was never quite straight.
Oh my goodness..that's some story!
Looks like it's going to need to be resized again!
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