I was once supposed to pass a ring along to my wife, and then to our children.  It was a ring that had been passed down from previous generations.  That family tradition came to an end on a baseball field.

My mom lost the ring while coaching my little league team, and despite our best efforts, it was never found.  With that in mind, I can certainly feel the emotion behind the woman's reaction, and the husband's proposal is that of a man that's been married far too long to stay down on one knee for too long.

There have been at least a dozen different times in my married life (13 years) that I've thought I'd lost my ring.  There have been a few other times I've felt like tossing it.  All in all, it's still here and it's still on my finger.  Now, thanks to a lucky find, this ring is back where it belongs.