After nearly three weeks without my wedding rings, I was starting to worry that I might actually not find them again. I did everything I could think of to find them—went over the house multiple times with a flashlight, met Jonathan’s teacher up at the school to check her classroom, Jennifer & Rita checked her trash to see if I’d thrown them out with the tamales, I took my car apart and completely cleaned it, and I even did go through my own trash . . . but no rings.
I was sure I remembered putting them in an “odd place”, and almost as sure that the odd place was also a safe place, but I could not for the life of me remember where that oh-so-safe place was. Turns out it was on the screw (whatever you call it) that sticks up out of Jonathan’s drum kit where his cowbell is mounted. Dale found them tonight while we were busy preparing Jonathan’s bedroom for his new setup (that’s another blog entry to come in a couple of days) and presented them to me on one knee. All I could do was hug him and hug him. What a relief—now I can go through the days with my head held high!
Many thanks to Dale for being such a sweetie (or “saint”, as he says) when I finally told him I’d misplaced my rings (it happened while he was in England). I knew I married a good one! And thanks to John for all his prayers to St. Anthony on my behalf.
Posted by elizabeth at January 2, 2007 11:56 PM