I found my wedding ring. I lost it back in March. I kept taking off my ring because after I had Porter my ring was tight, real tight. I found myself taking it off more and more often.
I have searched every where for my ring. Finally I had come to terms that I had lost it, never to be found again. I grieved and mourned, then I moved on. I told Peter also that if I had not found my wedding ring by Mother's Day I was going to buy me a white gold band (so people knew I was taken, like the two kids do not hint that for the people)!
Friday morning as Peter and I are packing up our stuff to go camping, I reached my hand into my parka and found my Ring. The same parka that I had wore many times after I had lost my ring and the same parka that I searched at least 10 times.
I FOUND MY WEDDING RING!!!!! I feel like a new bride and find myself staring at my ring a lot. I am so happy.