The diamond fell out of my engagement ring. It would be a proverbial "needle in the haystack" to find it as I was actually working on our brooder when it was lost. Irony that I lost it just two days before our TWENTY-FIFTH wedding anniversary. We were working in the brooder, bringing chicks into it that we incubated ourselves.
I feel less sad than I thought I would. It really is just a ring. John and I are best friends and have spent 30 years of our life loving each other. It's okay. I do know that I won't replace it. I have no need for expensive jewelry and it just worries me when I wear it. I'd rather go on a cool trip!
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