Yesterday, I was sent on an errand to get a tostada. I went to Baja Fresh because I had a coupon. I got in the car and drove a little way down the road. I noticed a strange, unfamiliar, feeling on my finger. I looked down and to my dismay, my wedding ring was missing. I still had my band on because i had never had then put together, but the diamond part was missing. Now this ring was of particular importance because it was tom's mom's wedding ring. The one she wore before she got a giant one for one of her momentous anniversaries. This ring was also Sara's for her first engagement that I am sure she wont be happy that I am bringing up. I never had it sized to fit me. Luckily the band part had been smashed to fit in an unremembered accident so i kept them both on by putting the diamond on first and the now oval shaped band on second. obviously, this particular morning there had been an oversight.
I was faced with a dilemma. Did I rush home to drop off the food before the crunchy shell got soggy or should I rush back to the shop to look around? I decided to call the number on my receipt. The manager looked around the store for me, but said she didn't see it and there had been a rush of customers since I had left. She took my number and promised to look again at closing when the tables were moved. I tried to stay strong when i called Tom to tell him the bad news. I could tell he was disappointed. I hurried home to drop off the food and I was off. I could no longer keep it together, and I started to cry. I was crying and praying, and hoping against hope that I would find it and have it too lose another day.
Now before I tell you how the story ends, I must let you all in on a secret. this isn't the first time I lost my wedding ring. I lost it about 7 years ago, but in a miraculous turn of events I found it several hours later in the parking lot at Walmart. It had been run over a few times, but it was still there. I know, you thought i would have had it sized the next day, but this is me you are talking about. I absolutely didn't, but as i was driving back to baja fresh, I wondered why I hadn't. I didn't have a really good answer.
i pulled in to the same parking space I had parked in before. A guy coming out asked me if I was the one looking for a wedding ring. For a second I was excited until he told me he had heard the story from the manager as she looked around the floor. he wished me luck as he left. i walked slowly toward the door when I saw something gleaming in the light. I blinked to be sure it was real. There, shinier than I had ever seen it, was my ring. I rushed home and put it in a box. There is no way i am going to lose it again. I replaced it with Kami's replacement ring. For those of you who don't know, Kami is Tom's ex-wife. I don't mind wearing her ring. I am frankly flattered that her tiny ring fits. That is right little miss size zero. Your ring fits me.