Last night Ross and I pulled into the driveway at the same time. He was on his cell phone. As soon as he had hung up, he said "Em, I have some TERRIBLE news". If you know Ross, you know he is NOT dramatic - even a little bit. So, of course I immediately think ... who died?! And he proceeds to tell me, "...no one died but I did loose my wedding ring at baseball tryouts, tonight".
Hmmm ... here is my majorly thankful moment. I just shrugged it off and was SO thankful no one had died it was really not a big deal in comparison to what I thought he was going to tell me.
Tonight, his brother, mom, and a friend from church (equipped with metal detector) combed the field where he was last night. No luck. I am thankful for Ryan who showed up to help Ross with the metal detector. I'm thankful for family willing to hunt for the missing ring.
I think the thought that continues to run through the back of my head is "a ring is replaceable, Ross is not". One of our college friends lost her husband in a tragic drowning accident last summer. This accident has given me a different perspective on what is truly important. While I'm a tiny bit sad about the ring, it's replaceable and you can't take it with you when you die ... so really?! In light of eternity, this is just not a big deal.
Plus, I'm thinking about a new ring already and how I can perhaps get rid of/boil down some of my gold jewelry from previous boyfriends to make him a new ring. Is that weird!? :)