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!