I Can’t Believe This Happened to Me! – Day 14 G2KM Blog Challenge

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This “Get To Know Me” blog challenge is proving to be difficult some days as I stumbled to come up with a new piece of information to share with you.  Gee, who would’ve figured such a small task could feel so large?

After the birth of my third child in 1994, I needed to have the prongs of my engagement ring adjusted, as one was slightly bent.  I wisely placed the tiny solitaire diamond ring in a sealed envelope and tucked it into my purse where it would be safe. Also, this served to remind me to take it to the jeweler next time out.

Did I say, I had just had a baby?  Mistake number one, I underestimated my mental stability.  The first 6-weeks of my son’s life outside my body, he had his nights and days totally mixed up.  This left me totally rendered to a comatose walking zombie.

One day, I was digging around in my purse.  I couldn’t find the envelope that contained my precious little promise ring.  My eyes widen as a big as the moon, my jaw hit the floor, and my heart began to rapidly race.  “Where is it,” I thought, half panicked.  I dumped the entire contents of my purse onto the table.  I carefully put one item at a time back into my purse.  It wasn’t there.

I checked several places in the house thinking maybe I had removed the envelope from my purse and didn’t remember having done it.  That happens a lot with me.  Still coming up empty-handed, I recalled having been in Lowe’s and I had to pull nearly everything out of my purse.  Maybe, I took the envelope out and didn’t notice it or what if it fell on the floor?

Quickly, I called Lowe’s asking if anyone found an envelope anywhere in the store. I explained what was in it.  No one had reported it in the Lost and Found.  They politely asked for my phone number if it showed up.  I hung up the phone totally crushed.  I can’t believe this happened to me!
Days turned into weeks and weeks into years.  My beloved diamond ring was lost forever!  I wish this story ended with me saying, my ring was found, but it doesn’t. I resigned myself over the years saying I did not want another ring to replace what I had lost. For me, that ring was almost sacred since it was my first.

The darling husband that I have sensed my unhappiness.  He knew it broke my heart every time I looked at the fourth finger on my left hand and did not see that dainty diamond ring sparkling up at me.  Christmas 2001, he surprised me with a second promise ring, 23 years after he gave me the first one.  Shocked is an understatement in how I feel that Christmas and today, I gaze upon this twinkling little gem with a newer appreciation for my husband.  He not only wanted to marry me once but twice!

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