When I was in Portland back in December, my mom and I packed up a box of overflow books and things to mail. It got lost in the mail and only finally arrived today. When I opened it, I was so disappointed to discover that it had been opened in transit and had lost several items, including a silver trivet that had belonged to my grandma Bunny, one shoe and several books.

After a few tears, I was able to remember that sometimes, things get lost.