The minute I saw the ring in person I loved it. It was perfect for me. I don't believe in love at first sight in general, but I believe in it when it comes to this ring.
For the last 8 years, I've loved it. I've had many-a-conversation about how I would never get a "ring upgrade." Christian periodically makes teasing comments about how I wanted a bigger ring (in fact, he said it again just the other night), but I always scowl at him and tell him not to diss my ring. I love my ring.
And now we can't find it. And I'm sad.
It has been missing for over a month now. Last time I saw it was at my parents' house for Christmas, and I distinctly remember looking at it hanging on the bedside lamp while I was getting our stuff ready to go home and thinking, "I need to put that on." Only that's where my memory fails. I can't remember if I actually put it on in that moment or didn't. And I haven't seen it since.
Do you know what? You know that whole "ring upgrade" thing? Well this is the moment of truth.
And the verdict is in. If I never find my ring, I want to replace it with...
...an exact copy.