Madison slept in until 9:30am. Which means Mommy and Daddy got to sleep in too.
We stayed for several hours, and talked and talked, and swam and swam. As the day began to get hotter and hotter, I decided to put some extra sunscreen on Madison.
I took off my wedding ring and set it on a towel, and began vigorously rubbing lots of lotion on Madison.
Then I continued to talk and talk and have lots of fun.
Well, it was about 4pm and we were already planning on going bowling with our other friends Katie and Erik, so we had to get going.
I grabbed the easy stuff (diaper bag, camera bag ect...) to bring to the car. We said goodbye to our friends while Matt started to break down our cabana.
I sat the bags in the car when a suddenly I had a flash of realization
THE TOWEL! MY RING! OH NO!
I slammed the car door shut and began running back toward the beach
please Matt, don't touch that towel, please don't touch that towel
Then I saw Matt, with the cabana put away and the beach towels folded away in our bag.
My whole body tensed, up, I felt sick to my stomach, and Matt looked at me like "what's wrong?"
I yelled "Matt, I think we have a problem!"
Matt had shook the towels to rid them of all the sand on them, and my ring was somewhere on this beach!
My eyes began to water as I frantically combed the area we sat at.
"It's gone Coralyn." was the only thing my husband had to say to me. He already knew it would be hopeless looking for my ring, It could be anywhere buried in the sand.
no no no no no no no no no
People around us noticed my distress, and began searching too
No no no no no.
I kept praying I'd find it. I felt like it was just under my nose, but where is it!?
Madison fell asleep in my arms as I kept searching, finally Matt put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a sympathetic look. I knew he wanted me to give up.
I thanked all the random people on the beach helping with the search, and we headed to the car.
We almost left the parking lot, when I said
STOP! LET ME JUST CHECK ONE MORE TIME!
I ran back to the spot and looked around some more. but still couldn't find it.
That's when I really started crying.
When I got back into the car, the ride home was really quiet.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked Matt
"No I'm not mad" He said calmly
"I'm mad at me, why aren't you mad?"
"it's just an object sweetheart, It was only a symbol of our love, just because it's gone doesn't mean anything has changed.These things happen. If you wouldn't have cared that you lost it I probably would have been upset, but you cared a lot, and it can be replaced".
I have a great husband. He knows just what to say to make me feel better when the worst things happen. My heart is seriously broken that I lost that ring. The sentimental value in that ring was more valuable than any other material possession I own.
I'm filing a police report on Monday in hopes that if someone finds it, it will be returned to me. I know it's a slim chance, but it's worth a try. I'll probably file a personal property insurance claim, and sure I'm more than likely going to get a replacement ring... but it won't nearly be the same.
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