We got married exactly 2 weeks ago (Sept. 24). I worked so hard to make sure everything was perfect. The ceremony began. We stood before the officiant and our friends and family. Ten minutes into it, we were to exchange vows and rings. Suddenly, I looked wide-eyed at my fiancé. I raised my finger to signal the officiant to stop, and I whispered, "I forgot the ring!". I was never so embarrassed in my life. There was an uncomfortable, lengthy pause while my bridesmaid (my adult daughter) dashed out to the bridal suite to retrieve the ring from my purse. Although I felt like crawling into a hole, many guests chuckled and actually welcomed the break and a little comic relief. The guitarist filled in the gap after which we could continue the ceremony. Ahhh! The memories.