On Sunday morning, I woke up and got ready to go to church. Right before I left, I put my wedding band on my left ring finger as I usually do.
After church, I went bowling with some friends from Grove City. After bowling, my mother and sister came up to visit me!
We all went out to eat at Eat ‘n Park, and on the way back to my apartment, I noticed that my beautiful wedding band that usually lives on my ring finger was missing.
My heart immediately dropped, and I began to panic. My first thought was that I might have taken it off after church and placed it on my nightstand where I leave my rings while I’m asleep.
When I got back to my apartment, I dashed to my bedroom and found that my wedding band was not there. The ring wasn’t on my finger or on my nightstand, so it must’ve fallen off while I was wearing it. I thought that this was strange because I’ve never had this ring, or any ring, fall off my finger by accident.
I quickly searched around my home with the help of my mom and my sister. We checked everywhere from under the sink to my coat pockets. We didn’t find anything besides some spare change.
At this point, it was around 8:30, and my family needed to go back home. I walked them out to their car, and gave my mom the biggest hug before she left. She could tell that I was holding back tears, and I realized that my wedding band was probably lost for good. I was crushed.
After I told my family goodbye, I started to walk back to my door. Before I got there, my mom shouted “OH MY GOODNESS, I found it! Praise Jesus!”
My itty bitty wedding band was on the floor on the passenger side of the car, in plain sight. I have no idea how the ring got there. If it fell off my finger in the car, I would think it would fall between the seats by the armrest.
I guess it’s possible that the ring just so happened to fall off my finger and roll to the middle of the floor without me noticing, but I find it more likely that Brady helped me find it.
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