Due to the early closing schedules of magazines, I’m actually writing this issue’s letter having just returned from my one-week summer vacation. My husband, Eric, and I, along with our 9-month-old son, Nolen, rented a house in the Indian Cove neighborhood of Guilford, Conn. It was a fantastic week spent watching the tide roll in and out, watching the sun rise and fall (the baby gets us up early!), strolling to the little neighborhood beach, and grilling every night. On the second day at the beach, I was introducing Nolen to the gentle Long Island Sound waters when my wedding band suddenly slipped off my finger and into the water. I cried out for Eric’s help in looking for it, inadvertently announcing to the small group on the beach what had happened. A lovely lady named Sandy Smith, along with her two daughters, ran up to help and we all looked for what seemed like forever, t