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Tuesday, May 03, 2016

We Lost Our Rings But Not Our Commitment

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My husband’s gold wedding band disappeared early in our marriage. My dad lost his as a newlywed, too, leaving it on a public restroom sink. I chalked up their carelessness to being men who weren’t used to wearing jewelry and, even though I was a bit disappointed in my husband, I wasn’t all that upset. 
I was, however, mortified when my own ring vanished. I didn’t lose things! I was the one who found things—soccer jerseys, car keys, library books. I reprimanded my kids and husband about keeping track of their own stuff, echoing a motto my dad drilled into me as a child: A place for everything and everything in its place! When it came to our wedding rings, neither Dad nor I had heeded that advice.