I went to put my engagement ring on this morning, and it was missing. I knew I had put it on my nightstand before I went to bed, but I had no clue where it could be now. I asked my precious little boy, and he pointed to my finger and said "Ring? I don't know".
After looking for an hour, I started to freak out a bit. I had looked my bedroom and bathroom over, and I still couldn't find my ring. After two hours, I decided to take a deep breath and look in every crack and crevice. I looked under the bed again, but this time I was on John Chris' side. Something caught my eye at the head of the bed, it was my ring.
My ring was sitting on the floor by the headboard on John Chris' side behind one of the bed frame supports. I knew immediately that I had a jewelry thief on my hands. Ryland smiled with pride when I found the ring.
When John Chris came home, he asked Ryland where mom's ring was. Ryland led him to our bedroom and looked under the bed. When he didn't see the ring, he said "Ring? I don't know." So busted! If only he would have taken me to it this morning before I started freaking out. Lesson learned. The jewelry and anything of value will be put out of Ryland's reach.
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