Many of you reading might remember that on my right hand, I wear the solid gold wedding band that Will and I got married with. This ring was my adopted Dad Mark's wedding band that he wore up until the day he passed away. My mom had it sized down for me because in Jewish custom, we are required to be married with solid bands. My wedding band that I wear on my left hand has diamonds in it, so it's not a FULL circle, and the wedding ring is meant to represent the wholeness and eternity of the marriage. It is VERY sentimental to me. Also on that finger I wear a MOM ring that Will bought me for my 1st mother's day (it's big on me so the wedding band keeps it on). Anyway, I took them off because I wasn't supposed to wear them extra jewelry at my Disney performances, and I decided to keep them off because last week I also worked out at the gym, and they hurt when I do the weights. The other day I went to put them back on, and couldn't find them. I didn't do much of a search because I was in a rush... so another day went by, and I looked a bit more, and again, couldn't find them... but didn't really worry to much because I figured I just put them somewhere in my room and would find them later. Well Saturday I finally freaked out. We went to Disney all day, and when we got home at around 11:30pm, I started looking EVERYWHERE and no rings anywhere. My mind started playing tricks on me. I started thinking... where in the world did I put them??? I really thought I had left them on the dresser, but starting doubting that. It ate at me all day on Sunday. We met my family for brunch, and I broke the news to my Mom and sister that I might have lost the ring. They were pretty good about it, but I could tell underneath they were upset. Sunday night when we got home, I started looking again, this time tearing through anything I could think of. Finally, I asked myself where a 2 year old would put them? Something (or someone) told me to start looking in my dresser drawers and remove articles of clothing one by one. I don't know why. Well, lo and behold, in the very bottom of my pajama drawer were BOTH of my rings! Aiden had opened up the drawer, picked up the clothes, and dropped the rings in there!! It was definitely a big miracle that I found them, and that he didn't throw them in the trash can which happened to be RIGHT NEXT to the drawer. I couldn't believe it, and am SOOO thankful. A piece of me was missing when I thought they were gone. It's silly how little pieces of jewelry are such a HUGE representation of special memories and people that you loved and that you miss. It is comforting to wear the band, and I just can't express how upset I was when I thought it was gone. I haven't taken them off since, but when I do, they will go into a VERY safe place where little hands can't reach. Just thought I would share my story, so 1) if you have little kids -- put your valuables in a VERY safe place and 2) who would have thought it would have ended so happily and so fast? I don't know if I believe this or not, but boy did it feel like my dad told me where to look!!!!!!
Have a great day!
Love, Holly
Have a great day!
Love, Holly
