…my husband lost his wedding ring in a plate of olive oil.
I can’t believe I’m just now getting around to blogging this little anectode about life with the Shorts. :) We were out for my birthday dinner when my family was in town, enjoying some bread and olive oil at Buca di Beppo, when out of nowhere, a projectile launched across the table. It landed — ping! — right in the delicious little pool of olive oil. Yes, there it sat… the symbol of love and affection and till-death-do-us-part. :)
Now, dear blog readers, this story is funny in and of itself. Yet, it’s not the first time I’ve found his wedding band in an unusual spot… oh no, this is a recurring event. You see, my husband has a habit of playing with his ring… sliding it off his finger, balancing it on the end of his finger… you get the picture. Once, I found his ring perfectly positioned around the inner-most buttons on our TV remote control. How thoughtful of him, to leave me a little reminder of his devotion as I sat down to enjoy another episode of House Hunters. And another time, I found his ring balanced — perfectly balanced — on top (are you picturing this??), on TOP of the bathroom doorknob. Resting there, precisely placed so that I was bound to discover it — yet one more reminder of his ongoing vows! — as I went in for an hour-long soak in the tub. What a sweet husband I have! :D
It’s the little things like this –reminders from day to day that our marriage commitment stands strong (ring or no ring) — that make me smile and say, “Yep, that’s my husband.” :)
Oh, I love that guy!