My husband and I got married May 11th. Living in Chicago weather is incredibly unpredictable. Thankfully we had clear skies for our outdoor ceremony but it was sooo cold and the wind only made it worse. My MOH handed me his ring, I turned and in what felt like slow motion his ring flew out of my hand. I instantly went for it, as you see. Myself and everyone (including the priest) had a good laugh. I blame the wind. :)

PS: being that in dropped to the cement and he didn’t want an expensive ring it got nice and dinged up after the drop. 😂