Diamonds in the snow

Last week, I lost my engagement ring. I was only a few months bethrothed, bedecked with a gorgeous family heirloom. Was this already proof I was unworthy to marry my beloved? I didn’t know how I’d lost it; just one day it was gone. We’d had heavy snowfall in Dublin. I had a horrible feeling it had come off in the street. Have you ever looked for diamonds in the snow? It’s like hunting for a needle in the haystack, only much, much more painful. Read the amazing story of what happened next…