This week it hasn't been the babies waking me up in the middle of the night. Oh no as I toss and turn fearing the worst it’s enough to wake me in a blind panic and feel sick to the stomach. I have spent the week upset thinking that my rings may have been accidentally hovered up.
I've a number of pieces of jewellery but the only ones that have a special place in my heart are predominantly three rings.
The first was given to me by my husband when we first got together. He’d found the ring after metal detecting and decided to hold on to it and give it to someone special when he met them. That person he decided was me and I recall being so touched by his sentiments that I was moved to tears.
The second ring given to me by my husband was my engagement ring. This ring was bought at an antique shop and the lady behind the counter happened to know my father. My husband to be actually forgot to ask for my dad’s permission for my hand in marriage whoops.
My wedding ring and the most important of the three rings was made to fit my engagement ring. It’s rather simple in design but unique and personal.
All three rings were blessed in church by our vicar at our wedding.
Having spent a number of days fretting about the loss of my rings I woke up to news yesterday of someone else who’d lost theirs and had to dredge a stretch of water before finding it. Fortunately, we didn't have to go to that length but I did turn the house upside down in order to find them. They are now safely in my sights and I'm not letting them out of my sight again.
Have you ever misplaced your rings?