An unusual prayer of thanks.

I haven't mentioned losing my engagement ring, but I did. Early September I remember taking it off in the girls' bathroom to gel their hair and thought I'd forgotten to put it back on. The next night (and days) we searched high and low in that bathroom. I questioned the girls time and time again, begging them to let me know if they'd seen or moved it. I cried. I took apart some of the pipes under the sink (stopping myself before I did too much damage). I searched the garbage cans and cringed for a week afterwards every time we tossed out a trash bag, afraid I was tossing away my ring. I cried some more, and then told myself it was gone, quite possibly flushed away.

Wednesday morning, during our preschool Halloween party, my little ones were lining up to come inside when a parent said, "Wooo, someone lost some bling!" MY RING! I squealed with delight, told the parents about it being lost for 2 months, celebrated with my coworkers who knew I'd lost it, and then texted Matt a picture! 2 months outside, stuck in the crack between sidewalk and grass, but my ring had no visible damage. 

This November, a lot of people are taking time every day to Facebook something for which they're thankful. I'm not committing to doing it everyday for the world to see, but please know that I'm definitely including my found ring in my prayers of thanks. Financially, replacing it wouldn't have been happening, and emotionally replacing it wouldn't have been possible. I know it might sound silly. "Bigger" thanksgivings are for my wonderful family, for our health, for providence in yet another year of home ownership... but I desperately wanted my ring back and days later I still look down at it on my finger and grin uncontrollably.