|A Miracle; edited. This is how I first saw that ring pop our of my jean cuff. I am still thanking the good Saint|
After FOUR months missing, after going to the theater, shopping, to several restaurants, the doctor's, to client's homes, traipsing around the house and a lot of time spent walking around in the studio, my wedding band popped out of the cuff of my jeans as I was putting them on again yesterday. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a sparkling miracle just lying there. I cried out a joyous, tearful thank you to God and St Anthony for its safe return. I could finally stop looking for it over and over again in every place I could think of around the house. I could stop moving the furniture and pulling the cushions off for one more search around the springs. I could stop blaming others for its mysterious disappearance. I could go to sleep at night not blaming myself for being a such a careless idiot. I could stop whining to Ellis about its loss and my naked finger and leave him in peace. What a joy my find was. I belly laughed the rest of the day.