Found, At Last!

Some of you may remember that at the end of January, I lost my engagement ring. I was standing in front of my dresser putting the rings on my finger and getting ready to go to Levi’s basketball game. I put my wedding ring on first and as I placed the engagement ring near my finger, it fell. And disappeared.

My first instinct was to drop to the floor and search under and around my dresser and chest of drawers. My bedroom carpeting is navy blue so searching as close to the floor as possible seemed like a good idea. Unfortunately, I didn’t find the ring but figured it had to be there somewhere.

Days later, I moved the dresser and even opened dresser drawers and removed everything in them, thinking the ring may have landed inside a drawer. Never mind that all my dresser drawers were closed at the time, I was desperate. Still, nothing. And a few weekends later when I had my sons help me move the very heavy chest of drawers so I could stick my hand down into the register to see if it had rolled there, still nothing.

I was becoming frantic.

That’s when I realized that I hadn’t looked in the one place that my daughter had suggested. I kept telling her there was no way that ring could have dropped down and back into the crack between the drawer and the dresser frame. You see, this one drawer was broken. Years ago I was putting clothes in the drawer when one of the kids leaned on it and broke the wood runner. So the drawer always sits a little crooked, like this:

Now, if you ask me, it doesn’t seem that a ring could really fall in that direction and into that crack. That’s why I dismissed Maggie’s suggestion and looked elsewhere. Silly me. Before I totally lost it and broke down and cried, I figured I’d remove that drawer just to be sure. After all, I was quite ready to cry yet. Seeing that the ring wasn’t under the drawer would help the tears to really flow. And so I removed that crooked drawer. This is what I found:

Can you believe that? Right there, in the very place that Maggie first suggested I look, was my ring. It was just sitting there, waiting to be found. All that time I walked around with my fingers feeling naked, fretting about my ring being gone forever, and there it was the whole time.

Now let this be a lesson to everyone (especially me) that sometimes teenage daughters really do know best. Just don’t tell Maggie I said that!

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