hyped up

So many things to share and not enough hours in the day. We just came home from a great time at the beach in NC. I have so much to share about that but I have a better story right now. To take a family of five to the beach is quite a feat. All the packing for each personality and needs and favorite things....you get my point. And of course Maddie still has a few special needs. She became ill about a week before we left and needed extra breathing treatments. She is getting better for her it just takes extra time.

One night we were doing the usual, dinner and bath night. We had some extra help because Phil's mom was there. Phil was bathing Maddie, I was controlling the shower and Grandma was help dress or what ever else we needed.

I have this nervous tick, maybe an anxiety tick but I spin my engagement ring around on my finger. Most of the time I don't even know I am doing it. While the bath/shower chaos was going on I suddenly felt a sharp poke. I caught myself spinning my ring and something was wrong. When I looked down the diamond was gone. One of the prongs appeared to be damaged.

Suddenly my mind was racing what did I do and where do I look????? I remembered my ring snagging on a towel I handed Phil. So I was frantically searching the bathroom floor and could just feel my heart breaking. I am not superstitious but it just like a bad omen. I never found it. I very sadly removed the empty ring and put it in my jewelry box.

At the time Phil proposed we made almost no money. He had only been out of school about a year and had just been at his job a little less than a year. A few people made him feel bad that the diamond was small. I didn't care, I wasn't much a jewelry person. So for my first Mother's Day Phil bought me this beautiful ring. He told me it was to replace my engagement ring. I told him no. I love the new ring and will wear it but I have an engagement ring already.

So when I went to bed the night the diamond was lost I was very depressed and could not figure out what was going on or why it happened. The next few days I would stop in the middle of the day catching myself trying to spin a ring that was not there. Except for the last three months of pregnancy for each of my children I never took that ring off, EVER. I finally had to just not worry about it anymore and get it replaced, even though it would never be the same.

Tonight while waiting for the washer to finish I decided to clean the kitchen. We dumped so much stuff in the kitchen when we came home today my OCD was setting in and I need something to do. I started the dishwasher and wiped the counters down. All of the sudden, I heard a tinkling sound. I looked down and low and behold there was my diamond on the kitchen counter.

I was so excited I could not speak my brain was screaming OMG OMG OMG. Finally, I was actually able to verbalize it and Phil asked what my problem was. I said do you know what I am holding in my hand. Irritated he said NO What??? I said look closer and he just smiled.

So I still have to get it reset....but I found my diamond to my engagement ring.

I have so many fun things to share about our vacation and the wedding (Phil's brother was married this weekend) but the ring story was more exciting. I was so hyped up and it was kind of late I figured this was the best way to share.

The washer is probably done now.

TTFN