A Christmas Miracle
After having listened to my parents periodic freaking out about my missing ID and how we are going to have to board an airplane to Hawaii in a week,
Just after having checked the DMV website to find out how to get a replacement driver’s license,
Just after having called my credit card company to find out if new and bogus charges had been made on my credit card,
A Christmas miracle occurred.
Ian found my wallet.
In a drawer.
In the kitchen.
Which is the last place I saw it last week when tipping the gardeners.
Where I looked numerous times.
Poorly, apparently.
I had looked under couches.
On my desk.
In toy bins.
In craft bins.
In drawers.
Under laundry.
In couch cushions.
In my car.
In my coats.
In my pockets.
In my purses.
In Asher’s room.
On the bookshelves.
On top of the fridge.
And, last but not least,
In the week-old kitchen rubbish in the can!
Ian is my hero.
I'm a busy freelance editor and writer, wife to Ian, and mother to two precious boys. I am living each day to the fullest and with as much grace, creativity, and patience as I can muster.
"Love doesn't just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new." —Ursula K. LeGuinn
December 26, 2008 at 2:20 pm
Woo-Hoo! That sounds like the best gift of all. He deserves extra lovin’ for that one.
December 26, 2008 at 6:21 pm
Yay! What a relief. Sooooper Ian! To the rescue!