Tuesday, January 27, 2009
The return of the ring
I almost lost something very precious to me this week: my promise ring Jonathan gave me a year after we started dating. I've worn this ring for 9 of the almost 10 years we've been together. And I was heart broken to see that it wasn't on my dresser one day. I searched the floor. I searched my drawers in hopes that it fell in with my socks and unmentionables. Nothing. I thought I was going to have to come to terms with losing my precious ring. Then, while Jonathan was bagging up our bedroom trashcan, a miracle happened: Some of the trash slipped out, along with the ring. Someone was truly watching over me and answering my prayers. I can only guess who. Maybe the person who made Jonathan wait to give me the ring until we'd been going out a year even though he bought it three months into our relationship. Thanks Mom. I owe you one.