Christmas 2012 I wore my sparkly green earrings up to my mom's place in Quincy. I know I did, I remember putting them on. I rode in hubby's van up to Quincy. I spent the day with family there. I rode home. And in the evening I had only one earring in my ear. I didn't check them during the day, they were both there in the morning and not there at night.
Unlike the time I lost my very favorite earring while mowing, I did not have a strong feeling that the earring would turn up. I searched my hubby's van and looked around my mom's place the next time I went up there. No luck. I thought it was possible that the earring would turn up in a scarf or somewhere, so I kept the remaining earring. The same lady who had made the pearly ones that were my favorites had made these too. I hoped to see her again and perhaps get another pair.
Fast forward to January 2014. I was using 4 cookbooks to lift my foot while doing my home physical therapy. I had used those same cookbooks for several days when Sunday I noticed a lump in one of them. I opened it and there was my sparkly green earring. The lost coin so to speak. How did it get there? I have no idea. No idea. I didn't take any cookbooks up to my mom's that Christmas. I probably was in the dining room where the cookbook resides sometime that morning. Time has passed and maybe I did something that I have now forgotten that put that earring inside that cookbook. I must have.
Rejoice, my earring that was lost is now found! (And I have to admit, that although I am moderately happy that the earring was found, I hope there is more joy in heaven than I have over the earring when I am found in my heavenly home.)