



It’s been a whole week since I lost my wedding rings, and I’m starting to lose hope that I’ll ever find them. Last Thursday, I took them off so that I could make two batches of pizza dough, one for our BBQ chicken pizza, and the other for doughnuts. It was sort of a whirlwind afternoon, juggling kids and keeping everyone happy while mixing and kneading. I placed the rings on the kitchen table, which was unusual for me to do. Normally, I hang them on the beak of this little ceramic bird on the window sill.
So now I’m wearing a cheap silver band that I wore when I first got engaged and was waiting for the real thing. I’m not all that attached to most material possessions, but my wedding rings hold a lot of sentimental value and meaning to me. I really miss them.