Back in 1997, my grandma and I took a trip to Vegas for our birthdays- my 18th and her 61st. The dates were a mere three days apart and it was always a bond we had. The April girls, the diamond girls.
For this reason, my grandma told me from a very young age that when she passed, all of her diamond jewelry would go to me, but until then she bought me diamond something on every important birthday. On my 18th birthday, I woke up in Vegas with a wrapped present that was clearly a ring.
It was a very pretty ring, gold with a medium-sized “diamond” on top, two smaller diamonds to the side. Yeah, I knew the larger diamond wasn’t real (“but it’s a real cubic zirconium” as my grandma sometimes said), but the authenticity of the ring didn’t matter. It was beautiful, and I had long ago lost the ring she bought me for my 13th birthday.
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I turned 38 this year, so the ring has been on my finger for twenty years now. My oldest niece was born in April, so I get to carry on the tradition with her: she knows it’s hers when I die, as is my grandma’s wedding ring (that I also wear along with my own).
(Besides the birthday ring on my right ring finger and the wedding rings on my left ring finger, the only other ring I wear is a stainless steel scarab, which is also from grandma because she said it brought it luck [it hasn’t], and when my youngest niece gets jealous that the oldest one gets my diamond rings, I remind her that she gets the bug ring, because she bugs she so much about it. Ba-dum-bump. Dad humor from the aunt.)
At some point last month I took a nap and woke up to something sharp digging into my skin. It was the ring, sans “diamond.”
OMG. What happened?
I was shaken up about it, obviously, but Mrs. BB calmed me down with promises that we’d take it to a jeweler and get a new diamond cut and reset it in it (I was told by a jeweler that I need to get the damn thing reset when I was shopping for the wedding rings, but I figured I’d get to it eventually…..)
I scoured every corner of every single room I had been in, and even a few that I hadn’t. No sign of it anywhere. I couldn’t wear the ring without it snagged on things, so I’ve felt completely naked and uncomfortable for over a month now.
And then yesterday my vacuum got clogged so I started taking it apart to unclog it, and BAM! The diamond fell out with a clump of dog hair. I picked it up and started crying, but in my excitement dropped the damn thing again and lost it. I prayed that Mrs. BB would be home late for work when I realized I had every lamp and light in the house on while I crawled around the floor with a flashlight, combing through every strand of carpet. Yes, honey, I’m carpet-surfing. No, it’s not for meth.
After about twenty minutes, SUCCESS! I popped the diamond back in the ring and am home again.
I still feel naked because I only wear the ring if I’m not doing anything besides sit on the couch, and I don’t do that often enough to wear it for any significant amount of time. But I, uh, probably need to get it reset before it goes back on my finger and stays there day in and day out.
Yesterday was a wonderful day, is what I’m saying.
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