Today, I found one of, if not THE most precious treasure of all, while I was cleaning.
My mother's wedding ring.
She kept "losing" it, and after my father died, I had found it in the house, got it repaired and gave it to her for Hanukkah... then eventually she lost it again.
I have been looking for it for years.
I vow never to lose this again.
I wasn't specifically looking for it, and I don't know what caused me to rifle through the nightstand drawer... but there is was, in a corner. I am trying to remember how it may have ended up there.
The night cannot get any better.
My mother's wedding ring.
She kept "losing" it, and after my father died, I had found it in the house, got it repaired and gave it to her for Hanukkah... then eventually she lost it again.
I have been looking for it for years.
I vow never to lose this again.
I wasn't specifically looking for it, and I don't know what caused me to rifle through the nightstand drawer... but there is was, in a corner. I am trying to remember how it may have ended up there.
The night cannot get any better.