That ring must be back on my finger for me to fall asleep. If some natural disaster were to strike in the middle of the night, I will flee with Miles, the pups, the hubs, and my ring finger dressed- and I will be fine. And that is what I think about before I crawl into bed, but you already know that I am a bit high strung.
Anyways, I stayed up late last night to have a little "me" time. I made it upstairs around one am, ready for some reading and snuggling, but those plans were quickly dashed when the ring wasn't where I thought I left it. Calm searching lasted only a few minutes; Jesse was roused from his peaceful slumber by hurled clothing and muffled profanities. As best as I could muster, I kindly asked (demanded) Jesse to join my search party.
Before I had time to make fliers and notify the FBI, I had a bit of a cry fest. Thirty minutes of fruitless flinging and flailing reduced me to sobs. That ring is not just any ring; it symbolizes my past, present, and future. That ring is a life vest that keeps my heart afloat in rough waters. That ring shines even when days are dark and nights are cold. Could it be replaced? Doubtful. Sure, a physical replica can be created- though a vessel that holds the sun from the day of the proposal, the tears dropped during my shocked acceptance, the glistening spark from generations back would be relegated to memories.
I tried explaining this to Jesse between sobs. I also realized, as I stumbled through my shoddy logic, how lucky I am to have him listening to me, and even more thankful I am to have received his promise of love and commitment. Once I calmed down, counted my blessings, my memory returned. The ring was sitting in the kitchen sink, in dirty water, under baby food leftovers. I took it off as I was clearing the dinner dishes, and it must have tumbled in along with mashed potatoes and string beans. As soon as the ring was rinsed and the husband thoroughly kissed, I passed out with a thoroughly dressed ring finger.
Maybe Pamela and Tommy Lee were onto something when they got their wedding rings tattooed on. I wonder what other nuggets of wisdom we could glean from those two brainiacs.
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