I lost my wedding ring. Yeah, see that in the picture? The ring my husband saved up for while he was still in college & I was on my mission. It's gone. The last time I saw it was the day we left for Utah to spend Thanksgiving with Dan's family. After combing the house & the van (including taking apart the bathroom sinks), we've given up.We were sick about it (still are). I convinced Dan to just buy me a fake one even though he said I needed a real one because diamonds are forever. I said I didn't deserve another diamond. He said he didn't think I would loose another one. We couldn't find a fake one small enough for my finger anyway.
One night when my parents & our family were eating out at the mall my dad saw me looking at wedding rings at Kay Jewelers. Somehow I had failed to tell my father about loosing my ring. After recovering from the shock, he told me his father had given him his mother's engagement ring.
I went to my parents' apartment. In a box with a note in my grandfather's handwriting it read, "Momies's ring. Purchased in 1944." I love his handwriting.
The ring was a perfect fit. I cried on my daddy's shoulder. His mother had died when I was barely 4-years-old but I know we all loved her with our entire soul.
When I came home Dan simply said, "We're married again!" I am so grateful to be married to a man who is so kind when I totally mess up. He is unbelievable good.
So now I wear my beloved grandmother's engagement ring. Thank you, Dan, for buying the first one. Thank you, Dad, for giving me something of your mother's. Thank you, Grandpa, for marrying Grandma, for spending summers with me growing up & all the times you made me laugh. Thank you, Grandma, for being the kind of person whose memory is cherished long after you are gone.
My father's parents would turn 103 if they were alive this year.
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