I lost my wedding bands.I actually lost them after Madison's birth. We took them with us to the Hospital, but haven't seen them since.
You know, when you get married, your wedding bands are everything. Everyone wants to see them, to analyze them, to talk about them. But more than that, they're a symbol of your endless commitment to the love of your life.
Which is why I should be freaking out. I should be running around the house screaming my head off, searching every corner of every nook and cranny.
But I'm not. My ring was just a thing. It was/is beautiful, but it's not the center of my life. My family is. and they make better accessories than some silly ring ever did.
