So earlier today my husband and I were rough housing and I managed to bang my hand against the wall. I didn't think anything of it until a couple hours later when I felt like my ring was piercing my skin, I looked down and realized that the ring my mother gave me for my 30th birthday was missing its stone.

I feel so bad, I've looked everywhere and I can't find it. This ring has been on my mother's finger for as long as I can remember, I've always wanted it and when she gave it to me, I felt like that little girl who finally got the dollhouse I begged for for 2 Christmases. I'm sad! 😢😢😢