I lost my favorite necklace today. The one M had made for me for Mother’s day when he was in Baghdad. I hate losing things.
*holy crap, my neighbor (who I normally don’t like) just brought over my necklace. His kids found it in the street. :) I guess it has been there for 2 weeks and they spotted it and took it home. He recognized our names on the charms and returned it. Faith restored, clasp being reinforced.
