...her wedding rings. And I am NOT happy about it. I have been asking her everyday where are they. She told me they are in a little dish in the living room. She took them off the day we were making the eggs because the Mod Podge was so sticky. I keep reminding her, but she doesn't put them back on.
So last night I went into the living room and found them right where she said they were.
And I put them on her finger. First her anniversary band, my dad gave that to her for their 10 year celebration:)
Then her engagement ring. My dad gave that one to her in March of 1986. That's when she said, "Sarah, with this ring"...and then we started cracking up. I feel better now that she has her rings back on her hand.
A little note from Joyce...
I never would have known that my wedding rings were so important to Sarah. To me, it is one more tiny reminder of never selling her short. Never taking for granted that just because she has Down syndrome, she doesn't feel, love, and understand. She certainly does all that and so much more. This is just one more tiny reason why my love grows stronger and stronger for this dear girl with each and every passing day.