Wedding Ring

My husband tried to lose his wedding ring this weekend. This happens to people fairly often, I'm sure, but it's an awful feeling. We were both trying to be brave and confident that it would turn up, but we weren't fooling anyone, I don't think. Neither of us take them off very often, so it was a mystery as to where it might have gone. Our place is old, and has all the little nooks and crannies you think are charming until you're on your hands and knees with a flashlight, peering at one hundred years worth of dirt and detritus under the radiators. All sorts of irrational thoughts went through my head. Are we still married? Did he lose it on purpose? Was it his subconscious way of throwing me out as well? I felt guilty about having these thoughts, and somewhat confused as well. How can a symbol like that come to mean so much? How would we activate our powers without our rings?

The story does have a happy ending, though. At first light the next morning, we went outside, and by some miracle we found it. There it was, lying on the lawn, right on top of a pile of dirt and leaves. No searching, no pawing through the brush. It was just there, waiting for us to find it. Maybe we had the powers all along, and really didn't need the rings. I'm glad to have it back, though, more than I can say.

"Wonder Twin powers, activate!"