I'm not one of those girls

It was my birthday a little less than two weeks ago, and for my birthday my husband surprised me with a pair of princess cut diamond earrings! I've always wanted a pair, but I definitely did not expect such a gift for my birthday. I love them and have worn them constantly since.

Yesterday morning I got ready in a hurry to get to church early for practice. I put on my new earrings, downed the rest of my green smoothie and walked out the door. My Sunday morning progressed as normal: practice, coffee and sunday school, then service. It wasn't until the end of service that I noticed... I lifted my hands up to move my hair behind my ears and suddenly realized there was no fancy earring in my right ear! I lost an earring! It was gone! Two thoughts immediately crossed my mind: "Oh crap," and "Andy's going to kill me!"

The minute service was over I bolted from my seat, scanned the ground where I was sitting, anxiously looking for my earring. The second place I looked was the stage, that would be the most likely place I would have lost it. To my utter disappointment it wasn't there. By this point I was slightly freaked out that I would never find it. With tears brimming my eyes I told Andy that I had lost one of the earrings he'd given me. He of course wasn't mad, just felt bad that I was upset. I surprised myself at how upset I got over an earring...after all, it's just an earring. I wasn't one of those girls that cries over losing a piece of jewelry. Was I?

It wasn't long before people started to notice that I was bent over searching the floor for something. Once one person heard that I lost a diamond earring everyone started looking for it. A very good and generous friend of mine, Braionna, even had her face on the floor, crawling on her belly looking for it. We found glitter, plastic pellets and other random items, but no earring. I was beginning to accept the fact that I had lost it for good. All the obvious places to look were checked off: stage...check. Seat...check. Soundroom...check. Car...check. Bathroom...check. My clothes...check. Everywhere was checked multiple times with the amount of people that joined the search party. It was gone. Stuck to the bottom of someone's shoe for all I knew.

I went home, defeated.

Andy was first to walk through the door, "Kristy..." he called out in a reprimanding tone. I turned the corner, and there lying on the kitchen table was a single diamond earring. I realized two things at that moment: the first was that I had only put on one earring that morning and had completely forgotten that fact. The second was that I now had to explain to everyone of my thoughtlessness and while they were searching diligently for my earring it was in fact sitting at home on my table, not lost after all. Needless-to-say, I felt pretty dumb. Who almost loses diamond earrings, a gift from your husband, after only two weeks of ownership? Who forgets to put on an earring, and then doesn't notice she only has one earring in her ear until three hours later? Who then gets a search party looking for a needle in a haystack, when really there is no needle in that haystack? ...NOT ME! :)