ANYWAY, a couple of the posts reminded me that I had a fun story (or two) to tell you. It seems there has been a theme on my blog since about 2008, which is that Matt is notorious for losing things- and completely freaking out about it. As I shared in this post (six years ago), I stopped freaking out over these "misplacements" approximately 3 months into our dating relationship, aka 2003, because whatever was "lost" would always eventually be found, usually by me. It's happened more times than I can count. (Another example here.) Note: this might be the only scenario in our lives in which I am able to stay calm and Matt is not.
Most recently (like three weeks ago), Matt "lost" his wedding ring. But not like lost for 10 minutes, which happens almost everyday. He lost it for a good three to four days. And he was really concerned about it. As usual, I was not at all concerned about it because, like I said, all of these items eventually turn up, so what's the use getting all worked up about it?
The day he lost the ring, he had stayed a little bit longer at work for a meeting, then he had taken the boys to the pool at Lifetime. The possible places the ring could have been were: his gym bag, the gym lost and found, his work pants, the kitchen counter-top (a common resting place for his ring), our dresser, or behind our dresser, his car, his office- all places that it has been left before I think. He searched everywhere, but I didn't really look on day one.
Anyway, on day two of the ring being lost, Matt texted me from work to have me look a couple of places for it. No luck. I responded over text and said, "I'm not too worried about it." Matt's reply was, "I am."
While I never got worked into a panic, by about day four, I was just convinced we were going to need to replace the ring, which is only annoying because gold is way more expensive than it was when we got married. And I refuse to do something cheap like Titanium (which seems to be a trend) because I feel like that would just give him permission to lose it!
Then it happened. I got a (random) call from our dry cleaning lady, Gloria, who by the way, is the sweetest, hardest working woman in the world. I had missed the call and she had left a message, but for some reason I couldn't call back at the moment, so I texted Matt to tell him that he needed to call her back.
Within about five minutes of that happening, Matt called me, elated, because guess what! Gloria had found his wedding ring in his pants pocket! (A place Matt had supposedly checked 10+ times.) She had found it within minutes of Matt dropping off his clothes that same morning, but couldn't get a hold of him before he had left the place. Hey babe, that was a close call. Gloria said to him, "Shame on you for walking around without your wedding ring!" Needless to say, we owe that lady some flowers or something!
Matt told me later that he had started praying that it would turn up. I love how God answered that prayer!
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Also, you may remember that right after Sam was born, we legitimately lost a set of our car keys. We moved, and never found them... this is the first thing that I was convinced I had actually lost - maybe ever. I used to pride myself on not losing things. Anyway, you can imagine my delight this past December (probably two years almost to the day since the keys went missing), when I put on a jacket that I literally must not have worn in two years, stuck my hand in the pocket, and pulled out our missing car keys! I cannot describe to you how much we searched for those things before, and how exciting it was for them to turn up! What a fun little game we have going over here...
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