The ring is merely a symbol of marriage, but this is a pretty neat story, nonetheless.

Once I lost my wedding ring playing football at a BBQ. After some searching (we were in a backyard which made it easier), we found it and it returned to my finger. Just 3 weeks later, we were again playing football at the beach. I was smarter this time...I gave the ring to my lovely Queen (May She Live Forever) for safekeeping.

We were having so much fun that she decided to join in. It was only as the sun began to set and we were packing up that I asked for my ring back. She didn't have it any longer. We looked for a few minutes and then it was too dark to continue so we headed on home.

The next morning was a Sunday, and I set out at first light with some stakes and string. I guessed an approximate area where the ring should have been, staked a corridor and then slowly crawled down the aisle searching with both my eyes and my hands. At the end of the row, I moved the outside cord to the inside and continued my search.

I think I had covered just about half of my preliminary search area when I found it. Made it back home in time for breakfast and then church. Haven't lost it since.

Finding it or not finding it would have had zero effect on our relationship, but I'm glad it is still encircling the 4th finger of my left hand. If I had to chose between the ring and the woman, I would take the woman every single time...she is definitely worth more than gold.