As I sat on the bus not even a block away from the Westbound Ottawa 4 stop at Reginald and Ford, I realized the promise ring my boyfriend had gifted me was no longer on my ring finger. My daughter and I got off at the next stop and frivolously scurried back to look through the mound of snow at the curb, a front yard of the house on the corner. My daughter was working on a snowman quickly while waiting for the bus, when it turned from Tecumseh Rd she had gotten frantic with wanting it finished by the time it reached the stop sign. I ran over to top the two snowballs barehanded and get to our place to board the bus (we made a game of it). In the midst of it all, my ring must've fell off.
I'm unaware of it's worth but the sentimental value exceeds it. If there is a kind person who stumbles upon it, I'd be forever in your debt for returning it home.