This has been the summer of traveling and change, for sure. In the past month we have gone on a tour of the Carolina’s on mopeds, moved to a new house, sold our old house, and most recently, took a trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. A dozen friends chipped in to rent a beach house. We worked on our tans, made dinner together and shared some memories. Overall the trip was great, although is started off pretty rough. After being on his finger 11 months, 14 days and about 11 hours, my husband’s wedding ring decided to spend some time at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Apparently the chilly water caused Tim’s ring finger to shrink and a rough game of ocean football made an easy escape for the ring. I will admit, I cried a little. Not because I was mad at him, it’s just kind of sad when you think about the symbolism and sentimental value a ring holds.
After some prayer, and communal sadness my husband and I decided that somehow this would turn into a great story that I will write about and then sell for lots of money in the future. Until then, we spent the rest of the vacation drawing rings on his finger with permanent marker.
While the loss of the wedding ring was kind of sad, we did make some very happy memories in the Atlantic Ocean. Like this one where we decided to be a little crazy. You can probably tell what we are holding in our hands, but before raising our swimsuit flags in the air, we made sure no one was near. I think that’s why when we saw this picture we were surprised to see two men not far behind us and that one of them seems to be revealing far more than my husband and I did. So although my husband left his ring in Kitty Hawk, we took plenty of memories back home with us.