The day Miss Jane was born I donned her itty bitty wrist with a ruby bracelet I had made her weeks before her expected due date. I included an extender to the clasp so she could wear it as she grew older.
She had been wearing it earlier this week when I noticed Wednesday morning it was no longer on her. I searched her crib, room, and every other room in the house. It was nowhere to be found.
Before I panicked I thought about the previous day and what we had done. Our dear friend Libby was over with her two children for a playdate, so I quickly called her. She remembered seeing it on Jane. Okay, then I knew it couldn't have fallen off in the river the day before while we were out playing in the sunshine.
Think, think, think. Ahh! We went to Michael's and Costco after Libby left our home. I quickly called each store to see if it had been turned into their Lost and Found. No luck.
After Miss A arrived home from school I asked her to please help me find it and to say a prayer to ask Heavenly Father to help us find this special little bracelet. We decided to go to Michael's to check the parking lot and the floors of the store. Mind you, it had been 24 hours since we had last been there. Chances were quite slim in finding it if it had fallen off there. (Oh, and how I didn't want to drag all three girls to these two stores! Especially Jane... she has become quite the rambunctious little toddler!)
So we went to Michael's. We were on a mission. We searched the parking lot where we had parked the day before. Once again, no luck. We went inside the store, allowed Jane to open a bag of gummy bears to help keep her quiet and still. (And quiet and still she became, thank goodness.)
As we traced my previous day's steps, we passed an aisle of yellow and pink silk flowers. I didn't see anything on the floor, so I kept walking. Little Miss A who was following me stopped and yelled "I FOUND THE BRACELET!!!". And lo and behold, there on the floor was the little ruby bracelet, pushed a little to the right of the aisle, below the yellow and pink flowers. The place my eyes had just looked at. I couldn't believe it. Heavenly Father had answered my six-year-old daughter's prayer. Twenty-four hours had passed without the bracelet being picked up by inquisitive hands, or swept away during clean up... amazing.
What a powerful experience for Miss A (and me!). We found a quiet corner of the store and thanked Heavenly Father for helping us.
A miracle at Michael's, yessiree!
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. My family is celebrating my father's 60th birthday tonight. 60! How wonderful.
Happy Birthday, Papa!
We love you.
xo,
Pamela
p.s. I made my Dad a cherry pie with a moustache cut out of the top... pictures to follow! :{) <--- see the moustache above that smile? he hee
