A Happy Ending

Valentines day started out really good. As a gift to Philip, I let him sleep in, and got up with Orion. (Saturday is usually my day to sleep in!) In the morning I worked on a lesson I was teaching on Sunday, while Orion destroyed the basement. After Philip got up, we decided that we wanted to go out to lunch and then hit an early movie. While Philip showered, Orion and I went outside to shovel the driveway and play in the snow. Then we all piled in the car, to take Orion to Wandas. It was sitting in the car waiting for Philip to come out from dropping Orion off, that I noticed my wedding ring was missing! I panicked and started checking all around me, in my purse and pockets and such. No ring. When Phil came out, I told him that I lost my ring. We went home to do a quick search. No ring. I was pretty sure it was somewhere outside in the snow, but I couldn't be positive. We went out to lunch, with me crying the whole way in. Then we saw a movie. I was glad we chose an action, 'cause really, the last thing I needed at that point was to watch some sappy love movie, where the girl ends up getting a ring at the end. After we got home, we looked some more, but still, no ring was found. LONG story short, we borrowed two different mettal detecters, and finally last night, Philip found my ring, burried in the snow.

I know that me not having my wedding ring doesn't mean I'm not married anymore, or that Philip doesn't love me, or anything else like that. But the thought that I might not ever see it again, was heart breaking. Perhaps it was just the massive amount of hormones running through my body, but really, the thought of not having MY ring . . . I was overcome with joy and relief when Phil came in with it. I was almost as happy as when Philip gave it to me the first time. Almost.