It’s got a story to tell….a tale of 2 rings (and no there are no hobbits involved!), 3 USA states, 3 moves and a happy ending. So pull up a chair…
8 years ago I was about 5 1/2 months pregnant and during the Christmas break we took a family trip to Wyoming. There was a crazy storm and I remember the snowfall amount being incredible! There were times we had to go so slowly because we couldn’t see and it was piling on the roads quickly.
After enjoying visiting my husbands family for a few days we started the trip by home. It was long (especially when you have to sit that long while pregnant). I remember my wedding ring “slipping” around on my finger on the car ride. During the winter my wedding ring was always more loose. I remember taking it off once just so I wouldn’t keep bumping the setting, etc as the diamond kept falling to the underside of my finger.
We made several stops along the way, in and out of the car and even had an overnight stay before we finished the rest of the trip. When we arrived home and started to unpack I realized that I didn’t know where my wedding ring was! I did have a flash of a memory of taking it off in the car but I started to think about how many times I had gotten in and out of the car, our overnight stay, etc. and I all could think of was it in the a snowbank in a parking lot somewhere between Wyoming and home. My husband was crushed! There was so much sentimental value associated with my wedding ring for him that he also a bit upset with me too.
Weeks went by, then months…then years! After the 1st year passed I knew for sure we weren’t going to find it. After a few years of wearing different rings on my ring finger my husband reluctantly surprised me with a new wedding ring one night at dinner! I certainly didn’t feel like I deserved it and I was TERRIFIED I would loose this new ring!
Fast forward 3 years from when I got the new ring. We are now living in an entirely new state and have built and moved 3 different times since the beginning of the story (8 years ago). My son, now 7 keeps bringing home Harry Potter books from the school library. I tell him, “We have these books. Why don’t you just read ours?” And for my sake, then we don’t have to keep track of the library book and return it.
“Ok” he says. “Where are they?”
“Packed away somewhere. Remind me later and we will look for them” I reply.
Well, that didn’t happen. Months went by with the same question and answer going between us. Finally, one day a few months back he asked about them again and THIS time I said, “Let’s go look for those boxes right now.”
Sadly, it took all of 3 minutes to locate the box. There were a few stacked in there and I just grabbed the 5th year book, handed it to his excited little hands and off he ran. A very few short minutes later when I was back working on the computer he came up to me and was saying something about a ring he found in the book. I was typing away and I was thinking, “Is there a ring in that story and maybe there was a trinket in the book that I just never realized was there?”. He said it again and I pulled my concentration away from the computer screen to take in what he was saying.
There he stood holding my wedding ring! The one I had lost 8 years prior. The one I thought I would NEVER see again. The one I thought I would only have photos of from our wedding day to show our children my “first” wedding ring.
I grabbed him an embrace and told him he was the HERO of the day! He had found my long lost wedding ring! Knowing how much this would mean to my husband I told him to run downstairs to Dad’s office and show him.
I couldn’t believe it! Once he was done showing my husband I had him retell me HOW and WHERE he had found it.
Turns out it was wedged between the last couple of pages and the back cover of the book.
I do not remember placing it there – ever! But maybe I did. I was reading this book on the trip we took. It was in the car with me. It was near my purse and all the stuff you surround yourself with when you travel – especially with kids!
I must have finished it on that trip and then back on the shelf if went. Then eventually it just went into a box of book that we wanted to keep but just weren’t putting out on the bookshelves. You can even see all the indentations it made throughout the years of being shifted around.
Of course the word went out quickly via text to my family who knew well about my lost wedding ring and the replacement I received years later. I joked with them saying, “God bless Harry Potter!”
(photo taken by CTR image photography)