In Honor of My Anniversary, A Short Story About a Ring

Eleven years ago today, on what some may remember as the hottest day on earth, I walked down a pier and in front of family, friends, {and strangers watching from the boats on the bay} promised for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and health and sealed it with an "I DO". We exchanged the rings, mine a solid gold band and his a platinum ring with two gold stripes in the middle and were pronounced Mr & Mrs. For 10 1/2 years those rings never came off. Well except for the occasional cleaning, working on cars, or baking bread {rings + dough = sticky mess}. In the winter hubby's would get loose as his fingers would shrink, but he would always realize it and find it right away. But, when he started shrinking too the ring became even more loose, leading to more slipping off and a couple close calls of finding the ring. I'm sure you can see where I'm going. This past February, his ring slipped off and was nowhere to b...