Thursday last week I lost my engagement ring. I only noticed that I was missing it when I was in the shower. I didn’t know what to do. I was so scared and so ashamed of myself for losing one of the most valuable thing that my husband has given to me (not to mention the stone in the ring, of course).
I then proceeded to searching for that one small ring and retraced my footsteps during that day. Nada. Never found it. I was crushed.
I was so silent that whole evening. I think my husband asked me 10 times if I was ok – to which I answered “yes” the whole time with a stupid grin on my face.
I was also battling if I should tell my husband – maybe he can also help me look for it.
I did not tell him but I told my friends at work. Or I asked them to help me look for the ring. I did not find it.
Then I asked one of them if I should tell my husband already. He said to try looking for it first.
And so I looked and looked and looked – the car, the bedroom, every single pockets (pants, jackets, sweatshirts) that I can get my hand into.
I went to bed everynight since the day I lost my ring feeling so incomplete.
This morning when I woke up I said I will stop looking.
When I placed the dirty laundry in the washing machine, I thought, something was not correct with how the washing machine sounded while tumbling and turning.
And when it was done one hour later, there was I, trailing my fingers in the rubber band around it.
And I found it!
I was so happy I cried with joy!!