Thinking Out Loud 10/07/18
I have worn the same pair of earrings for the past eight years, small gold hoops with tiny diamond chips set in the band. They are part of my inheritance from my dad. I wear them in memory of him and hardly ever take them out.
Last night as we were getting into bed I reached up to push my braided hair back and discovered that the left earring was missing. Papa Bear and I searched everywhere for it, not being sure when or where it fell off. We couldn’t find it, and I went to sleep sad, resigned to the knowledge that things are just things and it’s the memories in our heart that are important.
This morning I woke up thinking about it again as I headed to the bathroom. As I reached out with my foot to straighten the bathmat I heard something drag along with it. Pulling back the mat I found my earring underneath it! I probably caught it on my towel when I washed my hair yesterday and didn’t hear it fall on the soft terry bathmat. What a great way to start the morning!
This has happened to me several times in the past, where I’ve misplaced something and can’t find it, only to be led directly to it the next day. The earring is back in place and I am thankful! 🙂