Several years ago Maddie picked out little tokens at a museum gift shop for John and me -- a butterfly for her Granddad and a dragonfly for me. We have treasured them ever since. John keeps his on his desk, and I have had mine at my place at the dining table.
Fast forward to last weekend when I was cleaning out a winter's worth of fallen leaves on our patio. Suddenly among the dun colors of the dead leaves, I caught a glint of color. I stooped down and reached into the debris. What should I uncover but my little dragonfly! How long had it been missing? I hate to admit, I never noticed. How did it find its way outside to the patio? I have no idea. How fortunate that I was working carefully and recognized the little escapee!
It is amazing how things turn up when you least suspect. I've had this happen, too, many times and there's no explanation for it. I always attribute it to St. Anthony :-)
Well that would have been a shock if it had been in reverse, going to find it and not knowing where it had gone, but thankfully you didn't go through the heartache of knowing it was lost at all
