This past weekend I lost my wedding band.
I was throwing the football outside with the boys and it fell off my hand in the yard. Not good.
Immediately we started looking in the area on our hands and knees. After about 45 minutes, we had to stop, it was getting too dark. Sarah and I would look the next morning. The next morning, Sarah rented a metal detector and we went out there and got to work. I had an idea of where the ring fell off, so we started there with the metal detector.
Initially we tested the metal detector on Sarah’s ring in our living room, it seemed that we should be able to find the ring with the detector no problem. Also I tested by throwing a nickel into the yard to see if we were moving too fast. We found the nickel. We had confidence that this was going to work.
We search and search, no luck. An hour and a half goes by. The detector would seem to find something, and there would be nothing in the grass. I assume this was because the detector was finding a pipe buried underground in the area. It was to the point where Sarah was almost done searching the initial area where I was certain I had lost it. I was starting to panic and think about what we are going to do, when do we give up. I was a mess.
Then, I start walking a new area, just looking as the grass as I walk in a straight line, and I see it. I spotted the ring like a HAWK. Turned out we didn’t need the metal detector. I put it back on my hand immediately, we put the metal detector away and head to the jeweler to resize my ring. They are going to make it one full size smaller which is pretty substantial.
I hope I never lose my ring like that again, it made me realize how important it was to me. My hand felt empty without it. I can’t wait for it to be back from the jeweler =).