Last Sunday evening, I was putting my scarf box away (because sometimes a girl needs a little scarf for some added drama), and as I threw a scarf into the box, what fell out of it, but my long lost wedding ring. I stared at it for a second as if it were a figment of my imagination, or the ghost of wedding rings past. When I realized it was real, I pounced on it with glee. Sorry to all the maintenance men who came to our little house in Provo whom I unfairly uttered dark oaths against, thinking maybe they had taken it. Thanks to Phil who always kept the faith. Even when we turned the house upside down, and I knew it was gone forever, lost in our oversized heating vents, Phil never wavered, knowing someday we would find it. Here's to a great start to 2009!
2 comments:
Wow! That is amazing and to think we just barely heard about it being missing and that you'd never see it again. Yay!
We're indeed grateful to have found it. I did hope but was just about to begin
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