The call was somewhat unexpected given that I’d just talked with him 30 minutes beforehand.

“Honey, where are you at?” was the question.

“Oh, about 20 minutes away. Why?”

“Well, we’ve got a problem…”

The problem, it turns out, had to do with his wedding ring. Curtis’s not-so-inexpensive ring. The ring that has looked very handsome on his finger these last 9 days. The ring he teased me about “almost losing” nearly every day since I put it on his hand.

Apparently, Curtis got home before us and decided to brush hog the fence line to make it easier to put the fencing in around the pasture this weekend. As he was approaching the first tree, he put his left hand up to brush away a branch from his head when it happened…the ring slipped off his hand along with the branch…

in the pasture…

at the spot filled with poison ivy.

We headed home as fast as possible, trying to beat the sunset. He headed to the garage to look for the metal detector. The girls were excited to help in the search. They put their boots on and ran out to the pasture. They were good helpers until they saw how much poison ivythere really was out there. After that, they helped by looking on the tractor and running to get a flashlight.

Prayers to Saint Christopher…

Prayers to Saint Jude…

Prayers to Mary and Joseph…

A few verses of “This is the Stuff”…

We searched, and tested the detector, and swiped the ground, and tested the branch using a nickel – anything to help in the search.

Just about the time that it was getting very dark, as the girls were headed back with the flashlight, Curtis and I reenacted the situation one more time. That’s when I decided to look on the back of the brush hog and tractor myself.

Digging through old grass and small branches on one side of the brush hog. Nothing.

About to start on the other side and…Amen! Praise God! Thank you all of the saints in heaven! There it was – nestled in the small twigs on the back of the brush hog like it was meant to be there.

I yelled out a big YAHOO! Curtis gave me a thank you kiss and then said, matter of factly, “I’m not wearing that ring to work anymore.”

May need to make a trip to Wal-Mart this weekend to get a “work” ring for him and leave the fancy nancy ring for when he’s not working…

definitely need to get his ring on the insurance policy tomorrow.

And he claims that I’m high maintenance.






About CountryBoyCityGirl

A city girl who fell in love with a country boy. Found bliss, along with large piles of mule droppings for her and two little girls to now try to avoid.
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