Huge Relief!

I know, this is a fairly insignificant thing, but this evening I feared I had lost a gift from Steve and it turns out it was right where it was supposed to be the entire time.

Let me back up. I have a real penchant for losing things. Continually.

When Steve and I were married, he gave me a quarter carat diamond on a necklace that had originally been set as his mother's engagement ring. I wore it one day when we were out looking at Christmas trees and it wasn't on my neck when we went to bed that night. It's gone. That was about seven years ago, when we were living in California. There's just not any chance of it suddenly turning up now.

Then he gave me a pair of diamond earrings (I'm a little hazy on whether it was Mother's Day or Valentine's Day), a very small setting but real just the same. When we moved to Idaho one of them disappeared. I have no idea where it is.

There have been a couple of times when I've thought I had lost my wedding band but, after a little frantic searching, it turned up. I was on the verge of hysterics both times that has happened.

One year he gave me a very fine gold bracelet, but the clasp isn't really secure. I wore it out one night and thought I had lost it because it wasn't on my wrist when we got home. I got so very lucky that time because it HAD come off, but it had dropped on the floor of the garage as I was getting into the car; it never actually left the house.

Tonight, Steve needed two cub scouts to walk in a flag ceremony for an honor dinner that was being given. I was only going to be there long enough to deliver Kellen and the other cub scout, but since this was a dressy event then I dressed in black slacks and a nice sweater so that I didn't stand out like a sore thumb and embarass Steve. As I was choosing my jewelry for this I noticed that I didn't see my diamond necklace in my jewelry box. Steve gave this one to me for Christmas about six years ago and it's a setting of three tiny diamonds suspended vertically on a bar of white gold. I searched all the normal places for me to have taken it off and put it down, but I couldn't find it. I felt sick about it.

I love it when he gives me pretty things, but it's reached the point where I'm wondering if I should just tell him not to because I can't seem to keep track of them! I'm way too scatterbrained to be trusted with nice things! I didn't tell him at the dinner because I didn't want to worry him with something that could wait until later when he's got a little less on his mind.

After I got home, I pulled out the dresser and started pulling things out of the jewelry box (for like the fourth time) and tossing bits of trash that shouldn't have been in there to start with. Then I moved a pen (which shouldn't have been in there) and THERE was my necklace, nestled down in the spaces where one would place rings so that they stand upright! Oh, RELIEF! He takes such very good care of all of his stuff, and never seems to lose anything unless I misplace it for him, so it just makes me feel AWFUL when I lose the pretty, expensive gifts that he gives to me. I am so very glad it didn't end that way this time. I'm afraid that one of these times he's just going to decide that the presents he gives me don't matter to me; that that's the reason I keep losing them. And that's truly not it. Part of me feels like I would be better able to keep track of the important things in the house if we got rid of all the JUNK so that I could SEE the things that matter! Anyway, happy endings for tonight at least :)