Full Circle

I would like to tell you all a little story. It started in Rexburg, Idaho. I met a guy named Kelly. He was really nice, and we decided to get hitched! We have enjoyed several years of wonderfulness, and I am so happy. Why am I telling you all this, and posting this particular picture. Well..............after three years of newly wed bliss, we were enjoying the first year of medical school and taking care of a wonderful one year old girl. Clara loved jewelry(she is a girl!) and would always want to play with my wedding ring, or take Kelly's and play with it. One day Kelly let her take his ring, and she took off with it. Long story short, she lost it and we couldn't find it. We canvased the house. Kelly thought it may have gone out in the trash, and wished some hobo well who would find it and pawn it for a new trenchcoat. I thought perhaps it went down the toilet. Gross! We both knew one thing, though, that we would never see the ring again.

Well, fastforward our lives three plus years to yesterday. We moved from SoCal to Oregon. I am busy preparing for the arrival of our third bundle of joy and am going through old baby bags. I pull out one particular bag, and see a gold glint in the bottom. I, with my jaw dropped, pull out Kelly's lost wedding ring. I couldn't believe it. I ran out and showed Kelly, and he was dumbfounded. He was so shocked that he just stared at it with an incredulous look on his face. He didn't even seem happy! He was, really.