DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?

This isn't really my story to tell. I'm just the messenger.

I remember the day she lost it. She had been by the jewelry store to have it cleaned and they were closed. Later that evening she and Adam sat in our backyard for beers. And then it was gone. Her diamond. Her precious precious diamond had fallen from her wedding ring. The next day we scoured. Justin and I spent days looking through the grass on all fours, searching and hoping. Was it in our yard? Was it in the street in front of the jewelry store? Was it in her car? It was gone. Simply gone. Nowhere to be found.....and two weeks later Adam was gone as well.

Fast forward almost one year later. Fast forward through rain and snow, through mowing and weedeating, through dog stomping and children romping, through hundreds of false hopes that I had found it. Instead a cigarette butt or a piece of plastic.

I stood on the back porch last night as I have done countless times over the past year and looked up into the night sky. It was if a tiny light had flickered on. It was as if a firefly had landed on a blade of grass. I knew at that moment it was her diamond. I knew it with every inch of my heart. And it was. Other than giving birth to my daughter, I have never felt as close to God as I did last night.

I know this. That diamond belonged back in Rebecca's hands. I know that Adam's star was shining down at that precise moment to make sure the diamond was bright in my vision. I know that good things happen to good people. I know dreams do come true. I know that Rebecca is a diamond in the rough. I know I believe in magic.