On the fifth of July, I came to a startling discovery. I had lost the diamond on my engagement ring! I stared at the pronged cavity in disbelief. The ring had been on my hand for 41 years....how could the diamond be gone? I immediately looked throughout the house and then in the yard. I felt heartsick when I realized we had walked a mile and a half that morning in the neighborhood........it could be anywhere.
It wasn't large, but combined with my wedding ring, it was a unique setting. I never wanted lots of Bl*ng. I have a small finger and hand...and it was just right. I remembered when we picked it out. My husband sold his motorcycle to pay for part of it.
I recalled all the events I experienced while wearing the ring. Our wedding, the births of our sons, our sons' weddings, our granddaughter's birth... so many wonderful occasions. My daughter-in-law made the comment that it gave a new meaning to 'precious' stones. A sad day, indeed.
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I started thinking about our marriage and the many years we've shared. It really isn't about the ring or the diamond. It is about something you cannot see. It is about a love that started long ago. A love that changed from one decade to the next. A love that brings a smile and a closeness matched by no one else. A diamond can be replaced. A love that has survived over four decades cannot. Here's to the next forty years! "Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends." 1 Corinthians 13:7-8
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