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!