When something has been lost for a long time and then is
discovered again, I always feel like a Little Miracle has occurred.
Only a Little Miracle because it has little or no importance
to anyone else but the person involved.
Many years ago, I remember my widowed mother being
devastated when she mislaid her wedding ring.
It was over two years before it was found tucked into a crevice in the
floor of the pantry. Who knows how it
got there, but she was delighted to have it back again.
Several weeks ago, Son lost a prized dress ring and all
searches proved fruitless. Yesterday, he
went to pick up a bag of potting mix and there was the ring sitting nestled
into a fold of the plastic bag. To say
he was happy is an understatement!
This last week I have had my own Little Miracle happen. Around forty years ago, one of my brothers
(now deceased) gave me a pretty china lady.
Nothing incredible in itself, but something I really
loved. Then, about fifteen years ago,
she disappeared – presumably I had disposed of her during the muddle of
down-sizing to live in a caravan.
But I missed her, and after my brother died I missed her
As they say, it is no good crying over spilt milk and my
life moved on without my lady. So,
imagine my surprise and elation when Son unearthed her from an old box stashed
in the back of his garage.
The box contained a few cooking utensils, a couple of books,
and some table placemats – as well as a large nest of ants!
A good wash in soapy hot water and my lady is as good as
new. I am so thrilled to have her back 😊