These old rings

My poor wedding/engagement rings have been through a lot in the last 26 years. In the first few days of marriage, my new husband and I were playing football in the front yard, and my rings flew off when I threw a pass. We crawled around and pawed at the grass until we found them. 

About six years in, I was power-walking on a treadmill and banged my rings so hard on the rail that the diamond was knocked out of its setting. I searched for days, took the treadmill apart, turned off the lights and searched by flashlight, vacuumed the whole room and sifted through the vacuum bag, but I never found it. I was very sad, because I couldn't find another one like it.  We replaced it with a slightly bigger diamond, but I mourned the original. Here's the only picture I have of the original one:

About 15 years in, my wedding ring and engagement ring got divorced, for no apparent reason.

I had them re-soldered, and they remained happily married until they ran off together today.

I was at work, in the office preparing for my shift, and the District Manager appeared for a surprise visit to make sure everyone's following all the rules (one of which is: no jewelry).  I have butted heads with various bosses over the last year (I've had a ridiculous number of bosses come and go before the company finally hired a great one) regarding the "no jewelry" rule.  I don't wear earring, necklaces, bracelets, or gaudy rings.  The only thing I wear is my wedding ring, which I don't consider jewelry, but a covenant.  My current fantastic boss never says a thing about it.  I show up on time, do a good job, and he overlooks little things. 

But the DM does not, so as soon as he popped in, I slipped my covenant off and did a fancy little sleight of hand to distract him while I pocketed it in an insecure side pocket of my pants.  By the time I got home, it was gone. I called the office and my aforementioned fantastic boss scoured the whole place for it but didn't find it. 

I haven't totally given up on finding it, but I've lost enough hope to start making an alternate plan.  My great-grandma wanted me to have her wedding band, so she gave it to me decades ago.  I thought this would be a good time to get it sized to fit me.  

Update the next day:  My awesome boss just called me and said, "Guess what I'm holding in my hand?"  Apparently the custodial staff found it late last night when they were sweeping! Praise the Lord!