Lost and found

Today we managed to leave Rose's new rolling backpack (and all of the stuff inside of it) at Target. Rose and my mom backtracked to grab it, but it was gone.  (By the way, hooray for visiting moms who will still do your dirty work even though you are ostensibly an adult!) 

Rose was quite distraught, but tried to be upbeat and responsible about it. We left our number in case it turned up, and went on with our day. As the hours passed and no call came, Rose became more and more upset. She prayed that someone would find it, but we began trying to resign ourselves to the fact that it might not come back.

Then, Super Meema (aka my mother) went completely out of her way to stop by Target as she left town. And lo and behold, the backpack had turned up, along with everything inside it. The kids reminded me that we should say a thankful prayer, and we did- we were thankful for Meema for bringing it to us and for whoever turned it in. Our heroine then delivered the backpack to our door before she headed on her way. 

I have never seen Rose so happy to be able to do her homework.