We decided to spend a few days in Hampton Beach. After our dud of a day on Friday with rain the entire day, we were finally able to spend time at the beach on Saturday (our one year anniversary of being married). The weather was gorgeous, but a tad bit too hot for our water. And no, we weren't smart enough to get bring a cooler with ice to keep them cold. However, the water was legit cold enough to numb your body so well that you could have surgery. So; therefore, the ocean became our cooler.
Sandro took the bottles down to the water and sat there while the waves came in. He was there for quite a few minutes until he returned to our spot with a suspicious grin on his face. I asked him why he was smiling like so, but he continued to make his way back to the water. It literally took me less than a minute to realize what had happened. All I needed to do was look down at his hand. And yup, you guessed it, the ring was not there.
While he was sitting in the water, his fingers must have shrunk due to the freezing temperature of the waves rolling in and out, taking his ring along out to sea. What I love about this story is that he figured he could find it after not realizing it was gone until minutes had passed. After laughing about the matter, and snapping pictures for evidence, I figured I'd get up and help him and maybe somehow we'd find it. Without any luck, he finally states: "Well, at least it lasted a year." And believe me, this is a shock considering he's had quite a few episodes of 'Where did my ring go?' over the year. From leaving it at a restaurant to having our downstairs neighbor find it outside...I'm proud of him for holding onto it for a whole year. TO. THE. DATE.
I promise you he'd lose his head if it weren't attached to his body.
Evidence.
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