Lost

I have a bad habit of losing things. I fully expect someday to lose my mind. My parents used to get mad at me for losing things and I have to admit I lost some pretty big things. For example, I lost my fancy graphing calculator the last day of high school. I lost (and found) my purse countless times at BYU. I lost my purse once at a mall after John and I were married and had to replace lots of things. I lost the band part of my wedding ring on a trip to Colorado. I left it at the people's house that we stayed with and they found it and planned to send it back to me until their teenage daughter accidentally threw it away. Nowadays I am pretty good at not losing things when I'm with the kids because I always double check everything. I find however that I actually lose more things when I am with John. I think I count on him taking care of things and so I end up losing things. In all fairness, he does a pretty good job.

So, the reason I'm pondering on this subject at all is that I lost a family heirloom gold ring on our trip home from Buffalo. I have been wearing it as my wedding ring for a while because my wedding ring is too small (my fingers and my feet both seem to have grown with each kid we've added). I left it at a hotel in Nebraska, and didn't realize I didn't have it until half way through Wyoming. We called the hotel but of course no one had seen it. I am really bummed about it because it was a ring of my grandma's that my mother gave me when I turned 12 and it was beautiful. I know that things aren't people, but I really liked that ring.

I guess on the up side, John said I could go shopping for a new wedding band. My finger feels naked without anything on it. I'm excited and hope that I can find what I want. We are going to go see Ryan and know that he will take care of us.