Washed Away…

So, my mom showed up on Wednesday night. We sat around that night and chatted — Grant, Mom and I. Thursday, Mom and I spent the day shopping. We went to Kohl’s, where I got my first Kohl’s card. I found some really cute picture frames and some beach towels. It was great.

Friday, we set out for the Virginia Beach and the Wyndham Oceanfront Hotel. On the way up, though, Grant and I got into another little tiff. Even after we got there, even through lunch, I was in a foul mood. It wasn’t Grant. It wasn’t our fight. It was just me. It was this stupid disease. And I sat there, at lunch, sulking, falling further and further into anger and frustration. Finally, my mother suggested a glass of champaign. With the meds I take, it only takes one small glass of champaign to take me to a very happy, very drunk place. After the one glass, I had two more. Talk about three sheets…

After Grant and Mom made a quick run to get stuff for the cooler, we headed down to the beach. In a total drunken stupper and in my infinite wisdom, I decided to get in the water.

The surf was brutal. At one point, I fell and couldn’t get up. My mom was trying help me up… then a big wave hit… and my wedding band slipped off my finger and into the Atlantic Ocean.

It’s been loose since I started losing weight. I take it off everytime I shower or wash my hands. I even mentioned needing to take it off  before I went into the water. But I didn’t… and the ring Grant put on my finger is gone.

I’m just not sure how not to be devistated. Even though we’ve already purchased a replacement and it’ll be here Tuesday or Wednesday… I let go… I tried to have a good time… and I lost my wedding ring.

 

 

 

We came home today. We were going to sit on the beach most of the day today, but smoke from North Carolina covered the beach. We slept for hours — having stayed up most of the night talking (with bouts of sobbing over my ring). Now Mom and I are watching Cold Case Files while Grant plays computer games in the office. I can’t wait to go curl up in bed, my engagement band securely on my hand (I rarely where it… usually just the band…).

 

My orginial set:

 

 

Rather than getting another set, we’re getting a ring that’s very similar…:

 

 

I can’t wait for it to get here…

 

 

 

And now… for beach pictures….

 

 

Mommy and Me 🙂

 

 

 

Me, obviously

And now, pictures of me and Grant….