Very low to very high

I had quite a scare last week. About 3:00 in the afternoon, I felt my left hand ring finger and had an unusual feeling...there was no ring there. I NEVER take my wedding ring off...never. Panic set in as my mind raced to remember where I last remember having it on. I was drawing blanks. I called the two places I had been that day to ask them if anyone had turned one in, but to no avail. I was crushed...

Soon after getting home and seeing LeRay, I called her into the bedroom to tell her the sad news. She was great and said, "well, it's not like we're not married anymore." She tried to make me feel better about it and did not have any condemnation or disappointment. Nevertheless, I hated that I had lost it. Did I mention that I was crushed? As I told her, I hated it because I want to have this ring on my finger until the day I die. The irony is that we purposely bought very cheap wedding bands almost 14 years ago out of fear that we would lose them (and, therefore, wouldn't be that upset).

I understand that it is a "thing" and "things" can be replaced, but the symbolism is too great for that kind of thinking. Excluding my salvation, being married to LeRay is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me (and will ever happen to me). That ring is the public statement and personal reminder that I got to marry my dream girl. I shudder to think how pathetic my life would be had we not married - I would still be an emotional infant, an even worse dresser, spiritually immature, boring, watching sports all the time, eating terribly, a health disaster, lacking confidence, unable to express myself to others...need I go on? Living life with her is SOOO great. Our family is so hugely important and the whole thing works because of her. I remember in college talking to someone about knowing when to get married and to whom. His point was that when you look into the future and see your life down the road and you don't have any visions that do not have her in it, then you know. I was at that point in college and I'm 1000 times more convinced today that we will finish together.

By the way, probably less than an hour after I broke the bad news to LeRay, I heard her and Joshua erupt with shouting in the kitchen (I was upstairs). I ran down the hallway to the top of the stairs, thinking something was wrong. When I got there, I could make out what they were yelling about: "I found it!!" LeRay said. It was on the floor of the kitchen. I have no idea how it came off, but I don't care. Once again, LeRay had (in a way) saved me.

Where do you get a ring sized?