I lost my wedding ring on my honeymoon, in the water along a big stretch of beach. Another couple sent their two kids out to help with their snorkel gear and after about 40 mins, far from where we were playing Frisbee, Mary thought she saw a twinkle in the sand far below the water....best. feeling. ever!

Of course, last summer i lost it again, and now it seems truly gone. my fingers just aren't as fat as they used to be.

It gets even more interesting, story wise, because I lost the ring after spending father's day weekend in iowa, alone, helping with the flooding out there, sandbagging and delivering water and supplies. me + water + sand = lost ring, whether the virgin islands or eastern iowa!