My most prized possession - the first diamond my father gave to my mother, gifted to me on my 16th birthday - was lost for a frantic 20 minutes this morning. All my other rings, including the one that I wear over this one, were on the ring stand. I knew that meant I had taken them off somewhere other than at the dresser. I found it on the floor, next to the nightstand. There was much rejoicing. This is easily my happy day capture.
Once again, St. Anthony to the rescue! I can tell you stories of loss and mysterious recoveries :-) But unfortunately my husband's wedding ring went missing during our 25th anniversary last August & no miracles yet. Anyway, this certainly is a beautiful ring and a treasure to be sure.
