This is a story about a ring. A ring I loved very much. I've already told this story to a million people, but if you have not been a chosen one as of yet, stick around... this is a good one =).

So last Thursday, the day started out super normal. Usual routine: work, run a few errands, home for lunch, work, etc. When I got home for lunch, I realized my wedding ring wasn't on my finger. I usually play with it alot so I tried not to panic thinking maybe I forgot to put it on in the morning or I took it off at work to put lotion on or something.
With as much time as I had left, I searched my bathroom and car before heading back to work. The rest of the afternoon I tried to replay every step I took that morning. Went to work, got some lunch at Top, dry cleaners, Kohls, home. I called all the stores and left my name and number just in case anything turned up.
At that point, I called John and he totally passed the "world's greatest husband" test, encouraging me not to worry about it, that a ring was just a possession, and if we couldn't find it, we would just get a new one. I think that made it even harder because I really did deserve to be chewed out for loosing something so expensive and meaningful!
That night I retraced my steps home and scoured the parking lots just in case I dropped it somewhere. I seriously felt like a real life reenactment of the parable of the lost coin! (For those of you in Joint Heirs, MacArthur could have taped me and made a video on the whole parable, then sold it for millions!) When John got home later, we went out again to retrace my steps and found nothing.
By Friday, I had pretty much given up on finding my ring (that by the way is much too tight to just "fall off" my finger!). Friday night we went to Grady and Aisha's wedding rehersal dinner and afterwards I needed to pick up Aisha's breakfast for the next day. Grilled Chicken Cesar Salad. That's right my friends, she wanted a Grilled Chicken Cesar Salad for BREAKFAST! But, she's the bride (weirdo - love you Aisha!)! We stopped at Top Foods to pick stuff up and on our way back out to the car, without even looking, John noticed a silver looking ring near the curb of the parking lot. It took a few minutes to convince me that it was 1. real and 2. mine. But alas, it was my engagement band. No diamond, completely crushed, driven over, flattened. Ugh.
There was just enough light out to search the parking lot for the rest of my wedding set and about 3 feet away, in a little crack, I found my diamond!! It had been sitting there for a day and a half completely unharmed! Amazing!! We looked for about 20 more minutes until it was too dark to see anything, but I am so thrilled and thankful for my diamond!
I still can't really believe the circumstances around finding what we did of my ring, but it is so totally obvious this was a crazy miracle God did just because He likes us alot! I still can't get over the details that fit together perfectly to find the pieces:
- Silly Aisha wanting cesar salad for breakfast!
- John and I drove seperately to the dinner and he decided last minute to go to Top with me
- John actually seeing my white gold ring in a sea of grey pavement
- It being just light enough still to find my diamond, unharmed!
Craziness! We still haven't found the wedding band, but the diamond is the part that John chose so it definitely has the most sentimental value to me! We're going in tomorrow to choose a new setting for my rock... Yay!!
Anyway, sorry that story was so long, but I'm kinda like a certain woman who found a lost coin then decided to throw a party! (BBQ anyone?)