The Stone

He bought a ring for me at a local fair. It was a beautiful setting, a blue lacy agate. When I looked into it I could see the rolling waves of the ocean. It was so lovely.

One afternoon we were out with the horses and getting in the truck I realized the setting of my ring was gone! Oh I was sick to my stomach because I really loved this stone.

How in the world would we ever find it? For all I knew it was lost in the pasture and that would be like finding a needle in a haystack!

Oh the humanity!

I just knew i'd nevet see it again and my heart just sank.

I have lost so many rings in my life that if I got back what they were worth, I would probably be well off sadly.

This wasn't just a ring or just a stone. This had meaning because of what it reminded me of. It reminded me of days long past, spent on beaches with my dad. Him carving cars out of driftwood, bringing up hermit crabs from the shallows for me to play with in the sand, and picking seashells along the shore.

So the stone gone, i moved on.

Then a couple months later my husband was cleaning out his truck

when he came in and asked me if i remembered loosing something.

I said "Yes my mind but you knew that already!"

Then he showed me the stone!

I was so happy i cried!

So now i have the stone but cant find the ring so now I have to get the stone put back into a ring!

Gosh! You win some

You loose some!