I'm an Idiot

Well, my husband says I'm not, so maybe I'll believe him. Anyway, I lost my engagement ring. Hence the fact that I am an idiot. I know it was an accident, but it is still gnawing at me like crazy. I keep hoping someone will call and say "I found it!" but each hour that passes diminishes that hope. And I know... "the best things in life aren't things." But this is an irreplaceable thing. My grandfather gave this ring to my grandmother who shared it with me and Sam. It's a symbol of our promise to each other... and I know I still have my wedding band. But still. Driving me nuts!!!

Also, and this is totally a vanity point, I liked having all the shine going on at my ring finger. Technically, the really important symbol (wedding band) is still there. But the glitz is gone. So it's an emotional wrench coupled with a (less but still present) desire to have my ring back to show off.

I still have my husband, my baby, my home, my grandma, my parents and siblings and all the other blessings life has brought me. I just wish I still had that shiny little piece of metal around my finger too.