As you may remember
I lost my engagement ring. I called various parties at the time to be consoled, which mostly they did.
When I called my mom however, she said the dumbest thing! She said "Well, come Spring..." And I said "What?!" And she said that come Spring, after the snow melts, I'll find it. This angered me. Was she just trying to make me feel better or was she actually stupid?! I didn't loose it in my front lawn, I lost it on the Upper West Side of New York City!!! A fragile white ring in a foot or more of snow!!!
And even though part of me thought it was ridiculous, I would always keep an eye out on the streets for weeks after the snow melted. I mean I believe in miracles, come on.
But all that time of having a ringless finger caused a certain amount of cynicism with the whole thing. Eventually I stopped hoping to find it. I thought: It doesn't matter. Everyone knows Nick and I are crazy about each other, who cares about a ring, etc.
But Nick did not feel the same. He said we gotta get you a ring. So Nick and I went together and bought me another ring. The same ring. And it felt wonderful. Better than I had assumed it would.
So...
Just now I was doing some Spring cleaning in the bedroom and as I was about to vacuum and I looked down to the right of the bed and by God, my mother... was right.
There it was. My ring.