Today, I lost my engagement ring.
Today of all days!!!!!!
When I've two loads of laundry, cleaned and vacuumed the car, been to K-mart, cleaned the house, been to the dentist and to the market.
I only discovered it this afternoon on my way home from the dentist and market. I was only 5 minutes away from home when I accidentally discovered it was missing. I was still waering the ring, but the diamond was missing. So it's like the ring already lost its essence.
I want to cry now.
Hubby knew about it as soon as I arrived home. He called and tried to comfort me.
He even sent follow-up text messages to make sure I'm okay and to not worry about it.
It's not him getting mad at me (he didn't ok?) that makes me upset.
It is the value of the ring. (Ok, it is only 0.25 ct, but the cut was very clear, Alvin didn't buy it from Binondo, so it's not yellowish, the effort that Alvin had to do so he can spend for it ...)
The sentimental value of it. (The way Alvin researched about engagement rings and his search for the perfect ring for me, as he told me. It would have been 8 years old come 29 May, the day he propsed to me.)
I even treasure it than my wedding ring.
I'm upset big time. Hubby is still hopeful it's just at home or in my bag.
Even if he replaces it, it's still different to have the original one, the one he gave me when he proposed.
I was planning to give it to Sam or Liam as a family heirloom, since my mom's engagement ring is with me up to now.
Sad. Just sad.
I hope we can really still find it here at home.
