Not a good thing.
Especially two weeks before our wedding anniversary.
Is there ever a good time to lie?
It is actually an act of omission. Something I did not want to tell him.
Is this still considered a lie?
It Started Last Sunday
I had booked a massage. A real treat.
Before the massage, I took off my wedding ring and I placed it in my wallet.
An hour of bliss followed.
On the way home I stopped at Discovery Coffee to buy coffee beans. They have the best coffee in Victoria and it is worth the drive to pick up the beans.
A perfect end to my week.
I realized I was not wearing my wedding ring.
I was quite certain I had placed it in my wallet.
I checked my wallet. No luck.
I did have spa brain yesterday, so I might be wrong.
I completely emptied my purse. No luck.
I phoned the Spa to see whether anyone had turned in a wedding ring, a simple gold band. Nothing.
I phoned Discovery Coffee. They checked the back desk where lost and found items are placed. Nada.
Darn. I Feel Sick To My Stomach.
It is just a ring. A material object.
I am actually surprised I haven’t lost it before now.
I take it off before every yoga class, sometimes placing it on the towel next to me. I used to take it off before running when I used to run. My fingers swell and I am not in the mood to have anything cut off.
It is only a physical item. It is not as if anything serious has happened, especially to anyone I love.
Physical items can be replaced.
Then why do I feel sick to my stomach?
Forty-one Years Ago
This ring was given to me as a symbol of commitment and a promise we made to each other.
Forty-one years ago it was a shiny, simple, smooth gold band.
Forty-one years later this ring shows some wear and tear. Not unlike all marriages.
This ring means even more to me now.
It represents a friendship and a life we have built together.
It is symbolic of our enduring love for each other.
I Do Not Want To Tell My Husband
I am disappointed and upset. I will likely start crying.
He may not even notice the missing ring.
I could replace the ring with a similar looking gold band.
My husband would say the right things to make me feel better. He always does.
He has been my best friend for over forty-one years. I have always been able to count on him.
I phone the Spa and Discovery Coffee again.
A last-ditch effort to find the ring.
Nothing was turned in at the Spa.
A friendly voice answers at Discovery Coffee. “Yes, they have found the ring!”
Am I Using Up My Good Luck Quota?
I often think of luck as a finite amount of good in my life.
I am allocated a limited quantity of good luck in my lifetime. I do not want to waste it.
I recently wrote about finding the Ruby Red Slippers link here Now my ring shows up. These are two small examples of something good going my way.
What are the chances?
I would rather save the good luck for the most important parts of my life, the people in my life. My loved ones.
I realize life doesn’t work this way.
We play the cards we are dealt, good and bad.
I am grateful for the hand I have been dealt for most of my life.
Do I Tell My husband?
Lying is not a good thing.
Yet, we are also not perfect. I am sure the both of us have kept silent at times or told white lies to spare feelings.
We believe in communication in our marriage. Even on difficult subjects.
After all these years, I could not hide anything from my husband. We know each other too well.
Communication is often non-verbal.
Lost Or Found
I was not aware how much this ring meant to me, until I lost it.
A good reminder for a great deal in life.
I also do not need an object to remind me of our respect and love for each other. For us, love is a verb. We show up for each other every day.
I was planning to tell my husband about the ring, lost or found.
When he opens his inbox today and reads this story.
Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart.
Thank you for the forty-one years we have shared together. I look forward to many more.
Have you ever lost a special item? Are there times when not telling the truth is a good thing?
Postscript: Last night I read a beautiful true story, on Jill Weatherholt’s blog about A 94-year-old couple who had been married for 75 years. Jill added this quote from Richard Bach. “True love stories never have endings.”
A few hours later I read Pamela Wight’s beautiful, poignant story on her blog, Roughwighting. The Once to Now feels like a brief moment in time. Where did the time go?