Thursday, June 26, 2008

Lucca's moral support when blogging...


It makes typing slightly more difficult, but he's good company and you can't argue with that. A tiny diamond fell out of one of my wedding bands today when it was in the autoclave at work... apparently the jeweler laughed when my Mom delivered the carefully wrapped envelope containing the "bits" because it was so small and precarious, but it mattered to me and I was lucky to have found it at all. I feel like I'm engaged again because I'm running around with only that first and most delightful center ring, but it's too big and I worry about losing it. While my other rings, the "bun" to the ring "burger" if you will, are being repaired and buffed and shined to look new again, I'll feel a little naked. Hang in their ring, you're gonna be sparkling and whole soon!

1 comment:

Colleen Sherman said...

Oh no! I always look at my band and expect one of the little ones to be missing. Glad you found it. I'm sure its quite weird to have a naked finger. Hope its not gone for long.