Today we had our yearly church picnic which commemorates the last day of Sunday School for the term. As I was standing outside with my youngest in the stroller, I was laughing as I watched my husband and three older sons running to and fro with 5 gallon buckets on their heads as part of a relay race. I wondered what passers by must think of this motley crew of people on a Dandelion covered field who were running around with buckets on their heads. I’m sure some would shake their heads and say, “I always thought church people were weird but now I know.”
But it was great fun watching this and the kids were having a marvelous time, partly I’m sure because they got to see the “old folks” making idiots of themselves and loving every minute of it (I think.)
As I stood there watching this, enjoying the sunny weather and the cool breeze my right hand made it’s way over to my left hand and I went to fiddle with my engagement ring as I always do, being a type A personality who has to be doing something with her hands. My right index finger was shocked by the sharpness it met with and I had a sudden sinking realization that my diamond was no longer in its setting. I know it was still there when I got to church… but I have no idea exactly when or where it went missing.
It felt just like a Pink Panther movie. There were even people present with French accents. Legitimate French accents though. And the diamond was only 1/4 carot not 200. And the diamond is worth less than the deductable on any insurance that would cover it. But it was special of course.
I still don’t know who bought that ring. Most of you probably know who bought your engagement ring. It has been a mystery these 11 years that I have had it on my finger exactly who paid for it. You see, my husband was a poor seminary student at the time of our engagement… so poor in fact that I had to co-sign on the purchase of this pretty little ring. It was not an expensive ring. Just a tiny little solitaire. My husband was going to have to make payments on it. We were working at a family camp and not really making enough money to do anything with.
A couple of days after we went ring shopping (hadn’t actually purchased anything) and a couple of weeks before my then boyfriend proposed to me, he and I went into the camp office to check his message box. When he came back from his box he brought with him a mysterious white envelope with a type written message inside saying, “This should cover the cost of Nancy’s ring.”
We stared at each other in silence with really dumb looks on our faces. Then I said, “This only happens to missionaries!”
We have speculated on who might have been responsible and we still do not know… I wonder if that person is reading this right now. If so…. Thank you.