As I was driving home from play group at the park, my heart sank as I saw my left hand and noticed that I only had my wedding band on my finger. My engagement ring was gone! I drove the rest of the way home hoping that it had got caught on Lexie's sweater as I was buckling her in. I got home and checked the car seat and my purse and everything I had in the car. I was ready to burst into tears because I knew I had it on before we got to the park.
David just happened to come home then on his lunch break so I left the kids with him and went back to the park. Lexie had thrown a tantrum by the swings when I told her it was time to go. I had picked her up and brushed the bark off her clothes. I figured that would be the most likely place to find it. I scoured that bark sifting it as best as I could to find it, but no luck. I was devastated because I didn't know where else to find it. I couldn't check the whole park on my hands and knees. As soon as I walked away from the swings, a little boy came to swing on the swing that I had been searching under. There are probably 8 swings at the park and none of the others were being used.
The trash can I threw our trash from lunch in was full, so they bag I threw in it was on top. I swallowed my pride and went dumpster diving, but to no avail. I was retracing some of the places I had walked but with little hope of finding my ring. As I got back to the swings, the little boy got off, so I figured I'd check there one more time before going home. I bent down to brush at the bark, and there was my ring! Thank you Heavenly Father for sending that little boy to kick up the bark so I could find my ring.
