Guenn has been moving this week and as that often goes, it hasn’t been an easy transition…
The movers have come and gone, the storage unit has been filled and stored (our house isn’t ready). The old house has been cleaned and all contents removed. My husbands beloved grill and a truck are the only things that remain. Well, that and only my husband and I to move it. Let me also point out that this is really the first thing my darling husband has been involved in moving. His grill, how obvious this is when he jumps in to help.
Kent and I lift the grill, try to carry it down our 8 patio stairs to a waiting truck. As we struggle to left it off the stairs and up to the truck, I feel like I have the bulk of the weight and my left hand with the grill weight goes down to the fence for support. Kent and I regroup and lift again successfully getting the grill into the truck. However, my left hand, my ring finger is slightly crushed.
I look to the palm of my hand to see that a stone from my engagement ring has come out and that my ring finger is turning blue. I manage to get the ring off, to see a demented symbol of my husbands promise of forever.
Today, I start the day still battered and bruised from moving, still with the fear that the flesh eating bacteria will get into one of my cuts or scrapes. But the silver lining is that now I get to go to Diamonds Direct and 1. Get my ring fixed and 2. Pick out something “Mr. No Help” can get me as a thank you for risking my finger and for making HIS MOVE so easy.