And Things Found.
This string of pearls was lost. I was a tiny bit heartbroken at the loss. Although the clasp was very old, the pearls were not--as are the things for sale on the Portobello Road: Less genuine than they appear. So it really wasn't much of a loss in terms of Pounds sterling. And it was just a thing. But I did want them and I wanted the memory of the splurge during a trip to London. But--looky there, almost ten years later--my little girl found them tucked away in an old purse.
I will admit that there was a time, when I chased after things and lost other, more important Things. I sought the best things, at the expense of the Best Things. (Because I do like things. Mmmm .... things...). Luckily, I have found again many of those Lost Things. I found many of those Things with my husband and the children. In my husband and my children. I'm still looking for some of the other, important Things I lost. I think they are tucked away and not lost forever. I'm looking.
Here is a little story of something lost.
The little animal was so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sad, that the little animal cried so so hard.
But soon, it found its mom and dad.