|It wasn't fancy, but it was mine.|
Finally I told him I lost my ring. With Blondie in tow, we went to the jeweler to find a replacement. I have kept that band safe for the last six years, which is no small matter for me. But even though my newer band exactly matched my older one, it wasn't the same. It wasn't the band given to me on the day we made our vows to each other. It wasn't our ring.
For a short while the ring from the washing machine confused me because I knew my rings were nestled safely in my dresser drawer. When I went to my drawer I found my rings sitting where I remembered. That was when I realized I had just found my original wedding band.
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