Symbol of lurve

Today I slammed my hand in the bathroom door. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. That's because my wedding ring caught most of the action.

I didn't think anything of it until I looked down a few minutes later to see something sparkling and moving. The diamond in my engagement ring is now loose because two of the prongs holding it in have been bent. I'm both annoyed and relieved at the same time. I've heard stories from friends who have lost the stones in their rings. Even if I had noticed it missing right away, there really is no way I could have found it in the state our house is right now. Ahem, need to clean, ahem.

I've got it sitting on my desk here until I can take it by the jeweler's tomorrow. It's odd not having it on my finger. I've worn it constantly since we were married except for each of my pregnancies with the girls when my fingers ballooned up as big as my ankles. Even then I wore it on a chain around my neck. It just feels weird right now. I keep doing this little finger thing I always do where I kind of use my thumb to turn the ring to face the front of my hand.

Of course this wouldn't bother Bill at all. My loving husband hates to wear jewelry and still hasn't gotten used to wearing his ring. Granted, he plays volleyball and works on the computer a lot, but he always forgets to put it back on afterwards. One time I found it on his desk while he was at work. I kept it in my jewelry box for two weeks before he noticed and asked about it. It's a running joke between us. Let's see how long it takes before he notices I'm not wearing mine.