I'm a loser!

And this time I'm not talking about weight. I woke up yesterday morning, only to realize my wedding ring was not on my hand. I never take it off, except for things like childbirth and surgery, so I knew I hadn't left it somewhere. It had fallen off. When, I didn't know.

We took my bed apart, piece by piece looking for it. Not there. I looked all around the house, to no avail. We had gone to an event at the elementary school the night before, so I made a mental note to call them and have their custodian keep an eye out. I looked in the car, on the floor of the drivers side. At this point I really started to get sad. I was so very sad! I don't think I've felt that sad since my sister was whisked away on an airplane from Goodland to Denver. (Pregnancy complications while visiting me.)

As I do whenever I'm looking for something, I sat down and prayed. I prayed so fervently. This is such a tiny object, but I know that the Lord is mindful of me and knows how important my ring is to me. As I sat in the same spot, after my prayer, Brad came running in from the car. He had found it in Adam's car seat. It must have come off when I put him in there as we were leaving the school. I cried tears of relief. It was truly a dramatic morning. All of this happened in less than an hour. It took me a little while to calm down inside after the whole ordeal was over. I'm so grateful!

My ring is now safely tucked away in my jewelery box. I'm wearing a $10 Walmart ring to keep that place on my finger from being empty. I thought I was jumping the gun to say my ring was too big, but apparently not.