Wedding Ring

So, my dear husband lost his wedding ring. Jip. How? He went to go swim at the public pools and forgot it there.
Now I'm upset, but I don't know exactly why I'm upset. It's just a ring right?!
I don't know. I guess I am one of those sentimental types. Or maybe it's just that I can't believe he didn't put it in a save place. Or maybe it's both?
Even if we were to get a new one (which would probably take, I estimate, another 3 years) it won't be the same as the one I placed on his finger 3 years ago when I stood there in tears. Why would it take another 3 years? Well I believe he won't make it a priority. See he is not that into "earthly possessions", as he would put it. Let me demonstrate.
I lost my watch (or I thought I lost it) that he bought me for my birthday this year. I just had to chose it, which is another story all by itself. I was in upset and in tears for most of the week. Ended up that I just put it in my handbag and never thought of looking for it there. He lost/misplace his wedding ring, and all he can think of is this adventure race he have this weekend. (I'm currently sitting in bed @ 11pm, watching him pack his "gear")
He wants me to go to the public pool and see if it isn't still there. He lost it last night. He actually thinks the world is such a great place, that people pick up jewelery and give it to the lost and found person, and that the lost and found person keeps it until someone comes to collect it. Sometimes I just have to love how he thinks. It's like living with someone that believes in fairy tales.
Anyway. The ring is gone.
Unless this story has a happy ending, we will just have to tie a string around his finger.