Wedding ring...I once was lost, but now I am found..
On Friday morning ,as I was getting ready for work , my wedding ring flipped off the jar top I keep on my bathroom vanity that contains cotton balls .
There is a narrow space between the wall and the back of the vanity, my ring disappeared into the neather regions of " behind the vanity". I screamed "OH NO! OH NO!" My husband came hobbling in the bathroom on crutches since he is recovering from a broken ankle, I broke into sobs," my ring, my wedding ring flipped off the top of the jar" he asked " where did it go?" I pointed to the space. I ran from the room to get a flash light to see what I could see. Nothing. I opened the doors of the cabinets hoping against all hope my ring some how mananged to fall in the towels below in the cabinet, no such luck. I opened the cabinet on the other side of my double sink vanity, franctically pulling out all the cosmetics and junk, still no ring. My mind was racing now... If I just had one of those camera things like they have in hospitals where they look into small places in your body. I do have a digital camera, I stuck my arm in the space cut out under the sink so you can get to the pipes, and started flashing away,I have some really neat pictures of the pipes and wall. It was getting later and later, I had to finish getting ready for work. I thought, I will hook up my vacuum cleaner and try and suction the space out still not really knowing where my ring was. I went to work so broken hearted.
Your wedding ring is such a symbol of your love for one another. In your wedding vows it even says it is an "outward sign of your commitment to your husband or wife."I wanted my ring back.
I felt especially bad because we had had a fight the night before and exchanged some cross words with one another, I pulled my ring off in the bathroom as I prepared for bed, I usually keep it in my bedroom on my head board. I take my ring off because I have an allergy to metals and my hands will break out sometimes. I was angry as I set it on the jar top and I let my temper get the best of me.
I came home after work only to find the vacuum cleaner wouldn't reach, I was resolved that my ring was lost forever. I plotted and schemed how I was going to pull that double sink vanity away from the wall and get my ring. Fast forward to Monday, still thinking about my ring. We looked in the Sunday adds in the paper, I found a few rings I liked, but it was just not going to be the same. My husband put this ring on my finger on our wedding day, I wanted MY Ring.
We planned to go shopping, I was showering and praying to God He would help me get my ring back. I got a smaller flashlight and craned my neck as close to the wall as I could, there on a stud behind the vanity layed my ring, I could see it shining amongst the dust behind the cabinet. But how to reach it? I screamed for my husband, once again he came hobbling in the bathroom, I exclaimed, "My ring, it is on the stud, I can see it" But how to retrieve it? My mind starting racing again, we need a really small hook. Being the Christmas season, I ran to my tree pulled off an ornament, ran to the bathroom with the hook. After several tries my husband pulled the ring from it's hiding place. I don't know if you believe in miracles, but I do. I began to sob and my sweet, wonderful husband took me in his arms and held me ever so gently as he place the ring back on my finger. I did not want to give up on finding the ring, I guess I am that way, stubborn. MY husband exclaimed"All is well with the world"
There is a narrow space between the wall and the back of the vanity, my ring disappeared into the neather regions of " behind the vanity". I screamed "OH NO! OH NO!" My husband came hobbling in the bathroom on crutches since he is recovering from a broken ankle, I broke into sobs," my ring, my wedding ring flipped off the top of the jar" he asked " where did it go?" I pointed to the space. I ran from the room to get a flash light to see what I could see. Nothing. I opened the doors of the cabinets hoping against all hope my ring some how mananged to fall in the towels below in the cabinet, no such luck. I opened the cabinet on the other side of my double sink vanity, franctically pulling out all the cosmetics and junk, still no ring. My mind was racing now... If I just had one of those camera things like they have in hospitals where they look into small places in your body. I do have a digital camera, I stuck my arm in the space cut out under the sink so you can get to the pipes, and started flashing away,I have some really neat pictures of the pipes and wall. It was getting later and later, I had to finish getting ready for work. I thought, I will hook up my vacuum cleaner and try and suction the space out still not really knowing where my ring was. I went to work so broken hearted.
Your wedding ring is such a symbol of your love for one another. In your wedding vows it even says it is an "outward sign of your commitment to your husband or wife."I wanted my ring back.
I felt especially bad because we had had a fight the night before and exchanged some cross words with one another, I pulled my ring off in the bathroom as I prepared for bed, I usually keep it in my bedroom on my head board. I take my ring off because I have an allergy to metals and my hands will break out sometimes. I was angry as I set it on the jar top and I let my temper get the best of me.
I came home after work only to find the vacuum cleaner wouldn't reach, I was resolved that my ring was lost forever. I plotted and schemed how I was going to pull that double sink vanity away from the wall and get my ring. Fast forward to Monday, still thinking about my ring. We looked in the Sunday adds in the paper, I found a few rings I liked, but it was just not going to be the same. My husband put this ring on my finger on our wedding day, I wanted MY Ring.
We planned to go shopping, I was showering and praying to God He would help me get my ring back. I got a smaller flashlight and craned my neck as close to the wall as I could, there on a stud behind the vanity layed my ring, I could see it shining amongst the dust behind the cabinet. But how to reach it? I screamed for my husband, once again he came hobbling in the bathroom, I exclaimed, "My ring, it is on the stud, I can see it" But how to retrieve it? My mind starting racing again, we need a really small hook. Being the Christmas season, I ran to my tree pulled off an ornament, ran to the bathroom with the hook. After several tries my husband pulled the ring from it's hiding place. I don't know if you believe in miracles, but I do. I began to sob and my sweet, wonderful husband took me in his arms and held me ever so gently as he place the ring back on my finger. I did not want to give up on finding the ring, I guess I am that way, stubborn. MY husband exclaimed"All is well with the world"
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