The other day I was talking with my husband and we remembered the time when he lost his wedding ring. The year was 1999, we married in September and were living in out new home. It was winter. I was pregnant with my first child. My husband was playing in the backyard with our dog Molly who was at the time about 6 months old. She recently passed away just before Christmas of 2010. Such a great dog.
He was outside in the back and the snow was pretty high. I was watching them through the window. I was about 6 months pregnant at the time so a little too big with go bounding through the snow with a 100 pound dog and a crazy man. I stayed inside nice and warm. When he came in a little while later and I noticed he didn’t have his wedding ring on. I thought maybe he had taken it off before he went out. I asked him where it was, and sure enough by the look on his face I knew he had lost it in the snow.
He was clearly upset and with good reason. Our rings I guess you could say are heirlooms. We were married with our grandparents rings. He wore his grandfather’s ring which had been given to his dad who kept it for my husband. I wore my grandmothers ring which of course was given to me by my mom. Two different rings that had been worn through many years of happy marriages. I think our rings remind us the marriages that last many, many years need a lot of care, attention, love, affection and of course compromise.
So as I said my husband was upset, worried that his dad would be disappointed. Sad that the ring he wore to symbolize our wedding was gone. He immediately went back outside to search for it with a flashlight but it was late and dark outside. I knew he wouldn’t find it, but he is stubborn so I left him to search a little. I called him in after a while and told him I would help him in the morning.
The next day we looked and really it was like looking for that darn needle in the haystack. It was almost impossible. I said to my husband as a joke that he should rent a metal detector. I swear a light bulb went off in that brain of his. Sure enough he called around. There was a store not too far from us that rented out metal detectors. Go figure.
I could not believe it, it’s not like I live anywhere near a gold mine. He walked in with it and went right to the backyard determined to find it. He started it up and waved it back and forth, it would have looked better had we been on a beach somewhere, rather than in Canada in the middle of winter.
Not long after he started the thing was beeping, he stopped and scooped through the snow to find nothing. This went on for a long time, but after a while there was some cursing that was going along with the beeps. The metal detector was beeping all over the yard. I had to go in the house because my laughter at the situation was really not helping.
What my husband did not count on was that this tool he was so sure would find the missing ring was also picking up every little ounce of metal in our yard. We have a big backyard. You get the picture. He refused to give up and for another two days used that darn machine. I tried to help but every step I took only caused him to get more frustrated. Oh how I wish I had taken pictures.
On the third day I went outside with him but not to help. Out backyard looked like pirates had been at it. Dug up holes of snow everywhere. I knew he needed a little peo talk to find a new strategy. I was seriously worried the man would turn into Gollum at some point. I had visions of him looking for the ” Precious “
I told him to try and retrace his steps of where he was playing with the dog. He said the last place he was around was the pool. He walked over towards it looked down in the snow and somehow found the ring. I still cannot believe that it was that easy.
He just looked at this small circle in the snow that was untouched by paw prints or mounds of snow he had dug up using the metal detector. This little whole, he reached into and pulled out the ring.
Needless to say we were both relieved and if you are wondering why we did not wait until spring, well our area tends to flood as we are near the lake, and he was afraid the spring run-off would carry the ring away.
For him it was a lesson to be learned to take off the ring in certain situations. When you have something that is an heirloom it is best to take care it and not risk losing it. For me I realized that I married a man who will do just about anything to make me happy. Even curse his way through a metal laden backyard for his wedding ring.
The only thing that worried me was the comment I heard as he was on his way to return the metal detector. What was it you ask? Well clearly this little adventure got him curious as he asked me ” I wonder if I should rent it again in the summer to see what all those beeps were.”
Men. Someone please explain them to me.
** My husband read this and reminded me that we did figure out what all the beeps were eventually. They were beer bottle caps left on the lawn from the summer we moved in. I guess back then we partied a lot.