The sad and sorry story is this:
Since the boys were born I have lost a fair bit of weight. I think this is pretty common for twin mums - there never seems to be enough hours in the day to eat properly and you're constantly on the go. So, my rings have been loose, and I've been meaning to have them resized for quite a while. But it's just one of those things that I haven't found time for.
I am as certain as I can be that my rings came off when I was putting some rubbish into the wheelie bin one night. It was late, I was exhausted, I had been on the go all day, and I just didn't notice. It was only the next day - after the rubbish had been collected - that I realised what had happened. When the realisation came to me I think I actually physically doubled over. It was like I'd been kicked in the stomach.
I've had to make a police statement, lodge an insurance claim, seek quotes from jewellers for replacements, and my new rings should be with me this week.
It won't be the same though. They're not the *same* rings that were blessed at our wedding, that T proposed to me with, that I've stared at every day since I got them.
Is it silly to be this upset over something that is just material? Part of me feels like I'm entirely over-reacting, but most of me is feeling the loss so keenly.
I can't wait to get rings back on my hand. I feel naked without them.