A few years ago, I booked myself in for a facial. Another birthday in my ‘fabulous 40’s’ was looming and the lack of collagen in my face was dire.
The therapist asked me to take off all my jewellery prior to the treatment. Pretty standard.
2 hours later, I walked out rejuvenated. Elated by the few hours of pampering, I forgot to retrieve my rings from the inside pocket of my handbag where I had last left them.
Or so I thought.
When I finally did remember the next day, I found my engagement ring as well as the one I had received for my 40th.
Tipping my bag upside down inside out, my wedding ring was nowhere to be found.
In a panic, I frantically searched all over the house. I had heard stories of this happening, sometimes with a happy ending. I was dreading that mine wouldn’t.
Mr Surfer even looked under the house just in case my platinum band had fallen through the cracks of our corridor.
Misgivings that the ring was perhaps stolen would creep into my mind but I pushed them aside. At the end of the day, it was my fault for not taking better care and keeping it safe.
While I hated myself for losing something so precious, my husband was extremely calm.
“Ring gone but marriage intact,” he’d remind me.
Intact yes but gee, it’s hard work. Wouldn’t you agree?
Cleaning kitchens, bath and dinner duties and morning routines. And the sleep deprivation! Sleeeeeep! Never overrated!
All of this call for efficient tag teaming, making sure no one drops the ball but it’s all just treading water. Trying to stay afloat in the rocky waters of parenting and commitment.
Whatever happened to romance? No time for dat.
Despite recovering from an exhausting week, Mr Surfer insisted we go out on a dinner date. Kids were at Grandma’s and we had a rare night to ourselves. Secretly, I just wanted to get in my PJ’s and curl up with a book.
But scrub up I did. It didn’t matter that we were over 45 minutes late for our limited 2 hour seating at a very fancy shamancy Japanese fusion restaurant at The Rocks.
We were seated at our table and just as I was beginning to feel like we were back to our early days of courting, my husband handed over a little box and an envelope. Then, he excused himself from the table.
Just as I opened the box, the waitress dropped by and squealed. She lunged over giving me a big hug.
“No, no! We’re already married!” I was laughing and crying, trying to explain the awkward situation.
Accompanying the ring came a card and letter with some of the most beautiful words I’ve ever read.
By the time he returned to the table, I was bawling.
A reminder to be grateful for one another because anyone can play tag.
Besides, we can catch up on our sleep when we’re old.
It’s definitely nice to have my ring back. It’s even nicer to rekindle the romance.
Ever lost your wedding ring or an important, sentimental piece of jewellery?
What do you do to rekindle the romance?
Is sleep overrated or not?
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