I lost my wedding ring. I did. Only four months into marriage I was scraping off the windshield of my car one night and it disappeared. That night I was actually going to pick up my awesome wife Kelly (or Slick Laroo as some know her) from her job at David’s Bridal. A snow storm had started and Grand Rapids and I wanted to pick her up because it was BAD out – next morning we had eight inches of snow.
I knew the ring was gone right away, noticed it driving and then thought, “I wasn’t wearing gloves! Whuy?!” Scraping the window was rough and my fingers were completely numb, it just slipped off.When we finally got back home, we couldn’t find it. A co-worker even let me borrow a metal detector which I used for several days.
I was devastated. Bad. I felt sick that I lost my ring so soon after we got married…and we are still paying them off which didn’t help. :) Kelly was a great wife and gave me an $8 replacement for Valentine’s Day which I proudly wore. We knew to just keep looking. I looked almost every day for a few minutes in the ice and snow of Eastown. Never saw it. Wooosaaa.
I missed my ring, I had a few dreams that I found it. My new ring just wasn’t the same, but it was OK. THEN…Kelly told me she had a surprise for me. I had a busy day at work and when I got home she told me to shut my eyes. WHOAAAAA I couldn’t believe it, she found my ring.
I did a happy dance. I went WOOOOOO HOOOOOO! My mouth dropped. I got emotional. Kelly found the ring on the parking pad and it was just looking at her in the snow. I know that love is there no matter what – but I love Slick Laroo so much I want to shout it from the rooftops. I guess the symbolism of the ring and being a newlywed made it so special and that is why I took it so hard. Now – a lifetime to not loose the ring again because we may not be so lucky next time. :)