Lost & Found
If you lose something pray to St Anthony the patron saint of lost things and you never know it might eventually come back to you. I was SO sad (make that filled with rage and resentment) that my husband lost his phone with all the very first pics of my now one year old on it (and no it wasn’t backed up) but just when i had accepted that there would always be a hole in our photo album it turned out that my husband had sent this one photo to his dad and forgotten all about it. Hooray! Hooray for his early onset memory loss! Here I am in my groped for in the dark, inappropriate birthing t-shirt with my gorgeous squashed pickle and a look of pure elation on my face. Cannot believe he was ever this small. Thank you Saint Anthony. Thank you husband’s brain.