Saturday, July 13, 2013

It's gone.  My wedding ring (a simple white-gold band from Walmart--I know, what am I doing supporting Walmart?) of nearly five years is somewhere in our neglected garden.  I've dug up (and re-planted) all the plants and searched, but I'm afraid that just like Christian's beloved Rosy train, what is lost in the garden stays lost. Moments like these are when I'm especially grateful for my strong anti-expensive wedding ring sentiment.

Blood diamonds, conspicuous consumption, and debt aside; how does cold lifeless jewelry compare with the adornment of my sweet snuggle-bugs Christian, Simeon and this almost most ripe watermelon inside of me? Stephen has given me some rare treasures indeed--let's hope I can keep them safer than my ring!  


Unknown said...

Back to Walmart!

Andria said...

So sorry--even though the ring wasn't expensive, I know it held a lot of sentimental value.

Ruth said...

“You are the trip I did not take, you are the pearls I could not buy,
you are my blue Italian lake, you are my piece of foreign sky.

You are my Honolulu moon, you are the book I did not write,
you are my heart's unuttered tune, you are a candle in my night.

You are the flower beneath the snow, in my dark sky a bit of blue,
answering disappointment's blow with "I am happy! I have you!”

― Anne Campbell

Lisa said...

Ruth's poem says it all. So excited to hear about your newest little treasure soon!