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Reunited and it feels so good

It's been over five years since I had gastric bypass surgery and lost over a hundred pounds.  Many things about my body have changed, none of which was more surprising than the fact that I dropped about three ring sizes in as many months.  Shortly after my surgery, I could fling my wedding rings right off my fingers with just a slight of hand.  It was not good, so I put away my rings with the idea in mind that I'd wait until I'd lost all my weight and then have them resized. 

Then I went and had a baby and my body changed again, further prolonging my desire to get my rings resized.  I kept them in a drawer and borrowed my mother's anniversary ring so people wouldn't look at my pregnant belly and ring-less finger and assume I was in trouble.  Years passed.  Literally and we moved from Carol's condo into our own and finally, about three years ago, decided it was time to get those rings resized.

I put them, and by "them" I mean my wedding band, my diamond solitaire and my grandmother's diamond band, in a black velvet jewelry bag and then took them to the mall in the diaper bag to price out how much it would cost to have them re-sized.  The band is platinum, so it was really expensive, over $300, and I decided to just keep on putting it off.  When I got home, I took out the velvet bag with my rings in it and put it someplace "safe."  I didn't think about them again until we moved out of our condo.

Then I couldn't find them.  Anywhere.

I searched EVERYWHERE.  I opened every box.  I cried a lot.  Dave got mad at me.  OH, so mad at me.  Not because the rings were valuable, because we bought them when we were poor students and I doubt they were even worth $1000, but they're my WEDDING RINGS.  Not to mention my dead grandmother's wedding band.  There's virtually no possession I value higher than these three rings. 

We moved two more times, once into the apartment in Washington and again into our house.  With every move, I opened more and more boxes hoping to find the elusive rings.  In November,  I came across an old bag from DSW that contained several picture frames, a stapler, a box of Dave's old business cards and about five velvet jewelry bags.  My heart started pounding when I saw the velvet bags - my wedding rings were inside of a black velvet bag when I last saw them.  I was so hopeful that I was already planning out the excited phone call I would make to Dave.

But no...

They were all empty except one and all it contained was an old crystal necklace I hadn't (obviously) worn in years.  I was totally disappointed and still no closer to finding them.

But today?  Today I finally unpacked all the boxes in our office.  The very last chore was to empty out this old box of random computer cords and networking supplies.  Stuff I haven't looked at or even needed in years.  It's basically a box I kept around for when my brother came over to fix my computer for me.  It was a box in which I never, not ever, not in a MILLION YEARS, would've expected to find my rings.  But that exactly what I found.  There at the bottom of the dusty cords and six year old palm pilot docking stations was that velvet bag, my three rings nestled safely inside it.

Happy Valentine's Day indeed.