Joy of Love {day 14: jewelry}

I lost my wedding ring almost a year ago.  We borrowed a metal detector. Scoured the house. I even bought the boys pirate gear and bribed them with chocolate if they could find the "hidden treasure".  No sign of it anywhere.  I didn't want to give up the hope of finding it and I couldn't stand the sight of seeing that finger bare so I put on a ring that had been passed on to me. It was almost as dear to me, it had been my father's.

The box that the ring is sitting on is a jewelry box my husband built for me as an anniversary present.  Its beautiful and I love it.  He is so talented and I love him.  Someday I hope to find the ring.