Lost and Found

A while back, I think it was Memorial day week-end, I lost my Tiffany's ring.

This ring is significant to me. I bought it during my independent phase. The time in my life when I relied on me and only me and felt I needed to prove to myself (and a few others) that I could "make it on my own." I thought that this ring was the perfect symbol of my independence- it was expensive from a very famous jeweler and flexible, different from any piece of jewelery I had ever seen.

Okay, back to the story at hand..... I thought I had lost the ring at my In Laws' house. I swore it fell out of my pocket outside when I was helping Devin on the swings. When we visited them a couple of weeks ago I scoured the area to no avail. Well, today as Erick and I were cleaning up the living room, he FOUND MY RING under a couch cushion!!! WOO HOO!!! I am so freakin excited!!!! I have not lost my symbol of independence after all!!!!

An afterthought....its pretty ironic that Erick is the one who re-discovered my "symbol of independence." Hmmmm.........interesting.