Tuesday, March 10, 2009

To find the missing ring

I began to think Mark had imagined the whole ring disappearance. I had cleaned every inch of our bathroom and bedroom. Stuck my hand with mirrors and flashlights down the vents. I was going crazy. Ryan developed croup and had to go to the doctor. Mark got home before us and found his ring.

First he took the bottom drawers out of our vanity. Then he took the vent grate off the baseboard. Then he started looking around.


And resting safe and sound on the baseboard ledge, he found his wedding ring.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love a happy ending :)

Kathryn said...

Me too. I asked Mark to comment as he reminded me to get the pictures up. And he said, "I don't need to comment, I lived it."