once upon a time there was this girl who married this boy. she had her dream wedding ring. then she had a baby. then she got pregnant with baby #2 and took off her ring in the last few weeks of pregnancy just to make sure she wouldn't get her ring stuck on her finger. that was the last she saw of her ring. she cried. many times. her husband promised her another ring, but with student loans looming and necessities needed, that wish went on the back burner.
forward 3 years. a phone call that says "we found your ring." enter screaming. very loud screaming. apparently the ring had been placed on the couch and it had fallen down into the couch...way down. the couch had been moved to 2 different houses since then. and while being moved back to another house, the couch was picked up and something fell on the movers head. "nice diamond ring", the mover said. it was my ring. and now 3 1/2 years later, it is back on my finger:
and NEVER to be taken off again. and she lived happily ever after, THANKFUL to have the ring safely back on her finger again. the end.