Then the worst thing happened two years later...I lost my ring!
I had been hiding this little dark secret from my husband for three months. I just couldn't bear to tell him I had lost it, after all it had cost him a small fortune. To make matters worse, I knew exactly where I had lost it and there was no hope of ever retrieving it. You see, I had lost it in the ocean. Way out in the sea where Jaws and his crew hang out......probably. It was only a matter of time before my husband figured out the real reason why I had not been wearing my ring and I was beside myself......and out of valid excuses.
Well, the very next day my mom and brother came for a visit and I got this sudden urge to go to the beach and collect shells. I love beach combing so why not? My brother on the other hand could care less and refused to go with me. For some strange reason though, my mother and I relentlessly begged him to go with us until he got sick of us and gave in. (To this day I find this quite strange since it is out of character on both sides.) When we got to the beach the tide was low, so low you could walk out about a quarter of a mile on the sand banks which my brother did by himself. Mom and I stayed closer to shore picking up beach goodies, there was so much beautiful shells to choose from that day.
Turns out my ring somehow serendipitously reappeared out of the abyss after three months in strong sea currents and miles of shifting sand. My brother finding it equates to finding a needle in a hay stack. He said he saw a small beam of light emanating from the sand out of the corner of his eye. Those were his exact words. Trust me, I am still in awe of this, I mean what?!!! That beach is huge, plus the ring was buried under 15-25 feet of ocean for months. What are the chances....and my brother had almost stayed at home too. All the planets had to be aligned just right for this to have happened, and they had. To this day, I just call it what it was. A miracle. My husband and I love each other so very much and our rings are a symbol of that love. Maybe that is why it found it's way back to me. Back to us. ...well that is what I believe anyway.
Since this incident, I wish I could tell you I never lost it again but I did lose it once after that nine years later. And you know what, it found me again under very strange/unlikely circumstances. Call me crazy but in my sixteen years of marriage, because of the times I lost my ring, it is even more precious to me. It is so true that you never realize the value of something until you lose it.....even if only temporarily. I realize now that it is not the cost of the ring that matters so much to me but the cause of the ring. It's all about love. And so lovelies, today on Valentine's day I wish you love.