Lost & Found

Last night after church, Sam and I came home and carelessly destroyed our entire house searching for something that is just a tad bit important to us: my wedding ring.

I noticed yesterday morning during church that I didn't have it on. Boy, is that a weird feeling--I almost felt completely naked! So Sam gave me the evil eye and mouthed, "WHERE IS IT?" And that's when my stomach sank to a bottomless pit...I honestly had no idea.

Sam and I made a jokingly silly promise to each other that we would never take our rings off without asking for permission from the other person. So every time he makes meatloaf, he asks me if he can take his ring off so he doesn't get raw hamburger chunks hung up in his ring...and every time I put gel in my hair or lotion on the babies, I ask him if I can take my ring off...you get the picture. Well, yesterday morning, we were running late (imagine that), and I was sitting on the recliner waiting for Maya to bring me her brush. So quickly, I just slipped my ring off and set it on the end table so I could put some gel in my hair and at least have myself ready to walk out the door as soon as Maya quit dilly-dallying. Well, a bunch of things happened in a really short amount of time--Gabriel pooped a load and had to be changed, then he puked all over his church outfit, then Maya reached over me and spilled a can of pop that had been left on the end table, then Sam was yelling at me for being late...and so on. So out the door I went...with no ring on.

As soon as I walked in the door last night, I went straight over to the end table where I thought I had left my ring...it wasn't there. Sam lifted up the recliner thinking maybe Maya or I had knocked it off onto the floor...wasn't there. I thought maybe I had actually taken it off when I was changing Gabriel, so I told Sam to look on the bed, and gently shake the blankets to make sure it hadn't somehow gotten lost in the blankets...wasn't there. I looked on the bathroom sink thinking perhaps I took it off before I got in the shower...not there. Again, Sam lifted the recliner to look underneath...no ring. I bent over the end table to look behind it, thinking maybe it somehow got shifted to the back of the table and fell off underneath against the wall. While I was trying to do that, the can of pop that Maya had spilled earlier that morning was about to be spilled again, so irritated, I yelled at Sam, "COME GET THIS STUPID CAN OF POP AND DUMP IT DOWN THE STUPID SINK!!!!!!!!" Sam takes the can of pop, he pours out the diet dr. pepper, and then he says, "Sarah, stop looking...I found your ring."

Yes...my ring got to have a 12-hour soak in a can of God's sweet nectar. Now I know why the pop was spilled earlier that morning...because a very precious little someone who I love with all my heart decided to practice her skills in cleaning jewelry. :)

Hope you all have a great Monday!

Much love,
Sarah