Flashback Friday: Missing Ring

Cliff and I were barely engaged when we were attending BYU-Hawaii. I never wore my ring to the beach, but I still happened to loose it (don't panic-I found it).

I lived in a house on stilts near campus. One morning, I was taking my shoes outside holding my ring between my fingers (why I just didn't slide it on my finger, I don't know). I set the shoes down outside, went back inside to grab my things, and as I was heading out, I realized I did not have my ring. I searched EVERYWHERE. I was in tears, and Cliff finally called me (he had been waiting for me at his place). I told him, "I really need you to come over." It was obvious I was frantic and in tears, so he rushed over. I told him not to be mad. This is number 3,456,978 why I have the best husband in the world. He wasn't mad!! Well, he didn't show it. :)

He finally went below the house to the HUGE pile of gravel, thinking perhaps it fell from above. He searched through the massive pile of gravel (like he'd really find it if that's where it landed), and I continued to search in the house.

After many many prayers, Cliff finally saw something sparkling from the pile of gravel. MY RING!! The diamond was barely poking through the gravel just enough to catch the eye. Cliff found the ring!! It had fallen from my fingers when I was placing my shoes outside.

It takes one time to loose your ring to NEVER loose it again. I guess I should knock on wood. I am so conscientious of where my ring is when it is not on my finger.

Tip: Make a place for your ring when you are NOT wearing it!

No pictures today, as we are out of town. An update on our weekend will come soon!