Before we made our way into our seats, we slathered everyone up with sunscreen by making use of a closed concession stand counter. George held Lily while I sprayed Andrew and made sure he was covered. I just spray it on Andrew--no rubbing involved.
With Lily, I spray it into my hands to rub it on her arms, face, neck, ears, head and only spray directly onto her legs and feet. I was carrying the diaper bag and big bag o' snacks that I left resting on the counter. I took my wedding ring off to rub on Lily's sunscreen and placed it in between the diaper bag and big bag o' snacks, so I wouldn't forget it.
Everyone sunscreened up, we headed up to our seats, settled in and enjoyed the game and Lily entertained the people around us, as always. About 45 minutes later or so when I was holding Lily and getting her to wave, I inhaled sharply, shouted "oh no!" as I suddenly realized... I had left my wedding ring on that closed concession stand counter at the bottom of our entrance.
The ring that is a 5th generation heirloom from my husband's family.
Irreplaceable.
And while my husband does not LOVE it, he knows I do and I love that our daughter will be the 6th generation to receive it.
I ran down the steps, praying the entire way and when I turned to corner to see whether my ring was still sitting on that countertop, I took a deep breath...
and THERE. IT. SAT.
a lone ring sitting on a silver counter at a closed concession stand. THANK GOD!
When I headed back towards our seats, I looked up at George from the bottom of our section. He held up his hands to say, "Well?" and I nodded yes. When I got up there, he said, "You are so lucky. That was your dad looking out for you for sure."
I was a much happier person after my near panic attack. :)
Lily was worn out and beyond sleepy at the end of the game, but you can clearly see I am still thrilled!
(and you can see my ring...whew)
