Wedding Rings

I lost my wedding band over a year ago. I took it off in the Summer. I set it beside the sink. I looked at it every single day. Fall came, and no ring. Couldn't find it anywhere. I searched the floorboards. I emptied the drawers. I looked every place that I might have put it. No ring. My biggest fear was that I might have thrown it away, unknowing . . .

Last night, the drawer front fell off one of the drawers. Just like that. No warning, no prior wigglie-ness, just suddenly it was hanging by a thread . . . It was very late, and I was tired. I thought I could save that project for the morning.

My sweet husband was home today, had all of his woodworking tools out for another repair job, so I quickly emptied the drawer, before I ran out the door for my class . . . speaking to him through the open window . . ."Oh, I really don't have time to do this! I'm gonna be late!" I turned back around, and just like in the movies, I spot a ring of gold on the bottom of the nearly empty drawer. It sparkled and glistened at me. I think it might even have smiled.

Me, shouting, "I found my wedding band!"

Him, "You're kidding!"

I put it on {in hind sight, I should have waited for him to do that}, ran down the stairs and outside to share my treasure with him . . .

. . . Are you ready? Here's where it gets good . . . Today is our anniversary! Our 35th. I know.

How good of God to give me back the symbol of our devotion on a landmark day like today.