My Big News...
Quick! They're asleep!...
One sad day, almost two and a half years ago, as I had sat down in my rocking chair to feed Brooklynn her first bottle of the morning, I looked down to see that my wedding ring of only a mere 16 months or so was gone. off my finger. gone. disappeared. vanished.
And I mean VANISHED!! I am not one to lose things. After tearing our small 600 sq. foot house + basement apart with the help of my Hubby, the pit in my stomach grew. I knew that it was gone; I would not find it.
As the days wore past, and after many glances down at an empty left-finger, the reality set in that I had really lost my wedding ring--the ring I failed to get insurance on; the ring that my husband chose for me and proposed with the night before my birthday; the one he couldn't wait for my birthday to give, because I was sad that night and he wanted to make it better; the only ring I ever planned to wear; the one he always said looked great on me and the one that he was proud to have given me--like he had somehow staken his claim with that very jewel.
For the next year I switched it up a little with fake bands. I say switched it up--because two of those rings turned my finger green. It was embarrassing to be at the jewelry counter and be shopping for my left ring-finger. I insisted on replacing my loss with a little something nice, as it was the least that I could do for myself as a ring-widow. It was also very awkward for me. I didn't like to appear unmarried with a toddler in my stroller and a growing belly, and because I was paranoid that some of the sales ladies didn't even believe that I was married...just that I wanted to be. I also felt cheap. I hated feeling that way especially since I knew I had lost such a beautiful wedding ring. Uhh...it really made me feel self-conscious.
After the first year of wearing fakes, Nate surprised me on our anniversary with another ring. Happy and surprised, I thanked him. My heart ached a little though, as my new ring was much different from the one that I used to have that was SO me.
Since the loss two and half years ago, we've moved three times. Each time, we've packed and looked carefully to find the missing ring. Nate and my brother-in-law searched high and low as they tore our tiny basement apart during the remodel of that house. The great mystery remained.
Last Tuesday, Brooklynn and her friend played dress-up in some of her baby clothes. Funny that that box of clothes was even in my house, as all the other boxes of too-small clothes of her's are in the garage in storage. When I finally got to cleaning up the mess on Wednesday, I sat down to fold and organize the clothes into stacks. About half-way through the pile, I felt a little something in the footsie of one of the one-piece outfits. I did a double-feel and right then, I knew exactly what I had felt.
There it was--a little dirty, but with the same glorious beauty--
My long-lost, long-loved, original wedding ring!!!!!!!!!!!!
I jumped up breathless, yelling GET-OUT!s and hightailed it to my phone to send Nate a message.
Remember this? No Way! I wrote next to the picture.
A short time later he returned my call and he couldn't believe it. While he looked at my picture-text he was asking his business partner--"Is that my house?" He couldn't believe that I had found the ring.
And neither can I. The ring is now on my finger, sized correctly, and symbolizes a lot of love and history for us.
And I mean VANISHED!! I am not one to lose things. After tearing our small 600 sq. foot house + basement apart with the help of my Hubby, the pit in my stomach grew. I knew that it was gone; I would not find it.
As the days wore past, and after many glances down at an empty left-finger, the reality set in that I had really lost my wedding ring--the ring I failed to get insurance on; the ring that my husband chose for me and proposed with the night before my birthday; the one he couldn't wait for my birthday to give, because I was sad that night and he wanted to make it better; the only ring I ever planned to wear; the one he always said looked great on me and the one that he was proud to have given me--like he had somehow staken his claim with that very jewel.
For the next year I switched it up a little with fake bands. I say switched it up--because two of those rings turned my finger green. It was embarrassing to be at the jewelry counter and be shopping for my left ring-finger. I insisted on replacing my loss with a little something nice, as it was the least that I could do for myself as a ring-widow. It was also very awkward for me. I didn't like to appear unmarried with a toddler in my stroller and a growing belly, and because I was paranoid that some of the sales ladies didn't even believe that I was married...just that I wanted to be. I also felt cheap. I hated feeling that way especially since I knew I had lost such a beautiful wedding ring. Uhh...it really made me feel self-conscious.
After the first year of wearing fakes, Nate surprised me on our anniversary with another ring. Happy and surprised, I thanked him. My heart ached a little though, as my new ring was much different from the one that I used to have that was SO me.
Since the loss two and half years ago, we've moved three times. Each time, we've packed and looked carefully to find the missing ring. Nate and my brother-in-law searched high and low as they tore our tiny basement apart during the remodel of that house. The great mystery remained.
Last Tuesday, Brooklynn and her friend played dress-up in some of her baby clothes. Funny that that box of clothes was even in my house, as all the other boxes of too-small clothes of her's are in the garage in storage. When I finally got to cleaning up the mess on Wednesday, I sat down to fold and organize the clothes into stacks. About half-way through the pile, I felt a little something in the footsie of one of the one-piece outfits. I did a double-feel and right then, I knew exactly what I had felt.
There it was--a little dirty, but with the same glorious beauty--
My long-lost, long-loved, original wedding ring!!!!!!!!!!!!
I jumped up breathless, yelling GET-OUT!s and hightailed it to my phone to send Nate a message.
Remember this? No Way! I wrote next to the picture.
A short time later he returned my call and he couldn't believe it. While he looked at my picture-text he was asking his business partner--"Is that my house?" He couldn't believe that I had found the ring.
And neither can I. The ring is now on my finger, sized correctly, and symbolizes a lot of love and history for us.
This is what I could not wait to share! I hope none of you is let-down by my news. Who knows, maybe you were hoping I'd won a bunch of airline tickets and that I'd take you to NYC with me or to Vegas for a crazy weekend? Maybe you were thinking I had baby news, or that I had a great give-away?
In fact, I like the sound of that last thought--Give Away--since I am totally feeling the love. I'll see what I can come up with and let you know what & how you can win. Keep those eyes peeled! I've been known to bake up some serious goodness and dabble in quite a bit of crafting.
Asher's been screaming at me from his crib for a few minutes now, so I better run...
Have a GREAT night!
~C
13 comments:
OMG! You just told the tale of my worst fear...and I totally felt the excitement of finding it. OH GLORY.
How exciting, Cassie. I am sooo happy for you.
WOO HOO!!! That is SO amazing... I gave a couple "Get Outs" myself reading this post and Mark came over to the computer wondering what was wrong... I am so happy you found it and its even more beautiful than I remember it!! Happy belated birthday to you my dear :)
What a great story! I am excited with you for finding it...what are the odds! Especially after moving three times!?!? And it truly is a beautiful ring!
Thanks for stopping by my blog and for your comment! Have a great weekend!
PS I'm having a giveaway too! Stop by and enter if you get a chance!
That is AWESOME news! I mean it's something sentimental and not replaceable, even though it's material, a ring, it's the meaning and sybolism behind it. So having lost it would have made me sad and crazy too.
I'm so glad you found it. How funny how things seem to just 'turn up' when you're not looking.
Now, get working on that give away, lol
Oh and I'm sorry...NICE RING!!!
YEAH! Definitely worth the wait from your cliff-hanger ending. I can't think of better news at the moment! I'm SO glad you found it! What a blessing!
SO happy for you!!! I love your list too and checked out each one of your links. I really liked the mudroom colors and REALLY liked all of the gilded fall things. Maybe I'll have to do a little if I get adventurous. Thanks for all the great ideas.
What a great story and a great find!!! Amazing!!! So happy for you and it is just beautiful!
Hehe I KNEW IT!congrats! I love it!
Oh, I'm so happy for you! I can't beleive it'd been there all this time! :)
That is one gorgeous ring. I'm SO happy for you!
I loved your story! I would be SO SAD if I lost my ring! I did the whole buy a fake one while mine was being sized and the week before our wedding when I didn't want to wear my real one... just so it stayed shiny and new for the big day and totally felt the feeling that you mentioned the sales ladies put off. They were nice, but I had a feeling they were like, "sure... you're engaged, you just want to be." So glad you found it!
That's great news! There's nothing like the original and I am SO glad you found it!
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