Imagine your heart stops... shock sets in... eyes begin to well up... mind races..."when...where...why????"... fear... absolute fear... heart breaking... it isn't just a precious and expensive stone, it is a symbol of love and commitment... holy crap... I can't believe this happened... tears are coming... no, I have to stop them... what do I do? Where do I look? Who do I tell? When did it happen? Oh my GOD, WHHYYYYYY? All of this going on in your mind in a matter of 30 seconds and all of it has to be covered up and done in secret and silence until the big guy in the bright orange shirt yells "Cut!... Moving on."
The happy ending to this story and hopefully a true testament to the love that Jess and I share is that I found the diamond about 30 minutes later (just as I hung up with a very upset Jesse) just sitting on the floor beaming in the sunlight. How no one stepped on it or kicked it out of the way I have no idea. There are about 50 people on set today and the floor is concrete. I truly am blessed, and I truly love my husband more than anything in the world!
3 comments:
Holy Moly! I bet you were so freaked out. That sounds like a terrible nightmare and I'm glad that it's over! I am sooooo thankful you found it. Not for it's monitary value but for it's symbolic worth! Yay!
Whoa. Seriously scary. Glad to hear the happy ending!
Are you kidding??????????????? I can only imagine what you were feeling.
I check my hand after every time I put trash down the trash chute...I am terrified that my rings will go down with the trash.
I am so glad you found it. Phew!
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