I once was lost but now am found. . .

When I lost my wedding ring almost a year ago, I refused to cry over it, because that would have been giving up hope. When Jaron found it in the move, however; and re-proposed, I let myself cry. And that I did for a long time.

A few days ago I kept trying to get Olivia to wear a cute, blue, bow that I had recently purchased at the store. Every hour or so during the day I would notice that the bow had been removed from her hair and when I would ask her where she had taken it off, she conveniently would not answer. I would then search what ever room she was in to find the bow. I found it in very sneaky places; under her pillow, behind a book on her bookshelf, in the trash. Finally at the end of the day right before Jaron got home from work I thought that I would at least try to get Olivia to wear the bow so that Jaron could see how cute she was when he walked in the door. We had been hanging out in my bedroom and I noticed that she wasn't wearing the bow once again. I also noticed that she kept looking under and around my bed with a coy, but well hidden smile. After searching unsuccessfully underneath the bed for her bow I finally found it in a tight, little spot in between the mattress and the bed frame, where only really little hands could reach.

Coincidentally, this is also precisely the place that Jaron found my wedding ring.

Sneaky little devil.