Lost and Found

The 24th of July was a busy day for us. We went marathon grocery shopping, had a barbecue at Matt's mom and dad's and ended up at Matt's brother's house for smores and fireworks.

While we were waiting for dark, we noticed that the bugs had started biting. Not wanting my children to end up with West Nile, I started spraying them down with bug spray. I didn't know what to do with Sloane, so I figured if I put on enough bug spray myself and held her, she would be protected.

I remember thinking, "That bug spray made my wedding ring all sticky. I HATE STICKY!". I had to tell myself several different times to NOT TAKE OFF MY RING.

The night went on. Holynd got over her fear of fireworks and Matt and I found out that bedtime IS very important. Little girls that stay out until 11pm DO NOT want to go to church the next day.

That night, after fighting tooth-and-nail to get Holynd and Sloane to sleep, I went in to get ready for bed. While washing my face, I noticed that my wedding ring wasn't on. I remembered having it on that day, but figured I must've slipped it off somewhere in the house. I remember thinking how awful it would be if I lost it outside. Too tired to look for it, we went to bed.

The week went on and the ring never turned up. By Saturday, I was pretty upset and told Matt I still hadn't seen it. We spent the next couple of days slowly tearing the house apart looking for it.

No luck.

Matt finally decided to start looking at Brandon and Angela's. He called Brandon to make sure Brandon hadn't mowed his lawn and asked him to hold off. Matt went over a couple of different times and COULD NOT find it. I started to panic. I was heartbroken. I didn't want to have to shop for a new ring. I wanted MY RING. I love my ring. Matt picked it out himself and I wanted no other ring.

After listening to me cry several different times, Matt did something I never thought he'd have to do during our marriage. He called a "prospector" with a metal detector.

I'm not joking.

Apparently, there are people that specialize in "finding things".

Enter: Gene the Prospector. (STILL NOT JOKING!)

Gene came out to Brandon and Angela's with two metal detectors. One for himself and one for Matt.

After 45 minutes of looking, they had found many nails and one wedding ring. :)

My ring is home now. Safe and sound.

Matt says he's buying a safe. (To keep the ring safe from me, not from a burglar.)

I'm very lucky to have a husband who goes through such trouble to keep me happy.

If you ever lose any jewelry outside, we know a prospector that charges $10 per hour to find stuff. ;)

(A special thanks to Brandon and Angela for NOT mowing their lawn and a very special thanks to Gene the Prospector.)