Lost...And Never To Be Found

It happened to me. I didn't ever want it to happen, but it did. I lost my wedding ring. Gone. Forever. Sigh.

We were having a wonderful, fun time with my family at Bear Lake. The Bro-in-Laws, my sisters, and my neice Chelsea, and my nephew Josh were playing keep away in the Lake and they persuaded me to come and play. I finally gave in because I am the stick in the mud too often. And it looked fun! It was fun! But only after playing for a few measly minutes, something felt wrong on my left hand ring finger...my ring was gone! Taft and the others immediately started to dive down under the water to look for my ring, but after tons of time and them literally freezing it was time to give up.

We were hoping it would be one of the stories of a prayer being answered just the way we wanted it too. But nope. Not this time. I am heart broken. I am sad. I am a bit depressed. I got that beautiful shiny ring 12 years ago. The circle of love that never ends. I feel like I let Taft down by losing it. He looked at around 100 rings to find the perfect one for me. He wanted it to be just right. And it was exactly what I wanted 12 years ago. Now I don't have it. I feel like a little part of me was lost too.