So Tim is cleaning (awe let's all take a moment to pause and truly take in the beauty of this momentous occasion a man cleaning) Wasn't that wonderful?
So he uses his big, ginormous, man muscles to move the stove and fridge so he can clean behind them oddly enough it does get dirty by some miraculous way behind large kitchen appliances that never move, and he finds my wedding ring.
Now I imagined the following: A quick flight to Hawaii, no kids, he gets down on one knee at sunset with the waves crashing in the background, and the warm sand squishing between my toes, and he tells me all the romantic sweat things and proposes to me, and while holding back the tears I kiss him and say yes and he picks me up and spins me around ......... OK reality he hands me my ring and says looks what I found.
Awe a girl can dream can't she. I'm glad to have my ring back even though it's my sixth wedding ring hopefully the last one for a while.
