Ringing It In | Convict Lake, CA
Yesterday morning (the last day of our vacation) I lost my wedding ring ... we looked all over the place until finally giving up, packing up and heading home. We stopped by Convict Lake on the way out and Shawn jokingly took his ring off and pretended to throw it in the lake to show his loyalty. If I didn’t have a ring neither would he. We both laughed and hugged and said it would be cool if we knew my lost ring was somewhere in Mammoth and his was at the bottom of Convict Lake. He slipped his ring back on his finger and we decided there was still a chance my ring could turn up. Ironically, the previous morning while having lunch with my girlfriend, she and I talked about our love for simple, non-traditional rings. My band is a simple silver band with a teeny row of flat jewels. It wasn’t very expensive and I told her the ring is just a ring and while I love the symbolic nature of it, I wouldn’t be bummed if I’d lost it. And that was very true the next morning when I couldn’t find it as we packed up ... I was a little disappointed in myself for misplacing it but I was not devastated. And Shawn wasn’t upset about it either. This had me reflecting on our relationship and how much I cherish it. We’d started our marriage modestly - and have continued to live a life of experience not of material possessions. Two years ago we got rid of nearly all our possessions, hopped into a motor home and ended up living in NorCal with a completely new life that we’ve built piece by piece. Worrying about money sometimes, but never letting it define us. When we got home from our trip as we were doing laundry, I picked up a shirt and there was my ring lying on top of a pair of my jeans under it ... it was a pleasant surprise and I was happy to see it. But, now that I have it, I want to make a pact with Shawn that next time we find ourselves at Convict Lake we take our rings off together and throw them in that beautiful, majestic lake.