We lost puppy last week.
I'm not sure how it happened, but Tuesday night I was tucking Sean into bed and he asked for puppy as he has most nights for the last two years. I looked all over the house and couldn't find him. So I found a substitute puppy and told Sean we would find puppy in the morning.
But we didn't.
By Friday puppy was still missing. I started to get a sick feeling in my stomach.
I thought puppy was gone for good.
We decided to retrace our steps. We looked at the park. We looked at the gym. We looked at the doctor's office.
Still no puppy.
Sean was sure puppy had been eaten by a monster.
And then, on Sunday morning, we were getting ready for church when we heard a shout from Mya's room. She found puppy. In her closet.
And there was much rejoicing in the house.
What was lost had been found.
It was a glorious reunion.