The Rest of the Story

So this morning, while it is still dark, I get the flashlight and one last time look in every nook and cranny. Go over every place it could or couldn't be. You may laugh at me if you like, but I seriously opened up this cake taker ( remember these, it's ancient) and looked inside where I had removed half to take to mom.
You do crazy things when you are desperate.
I also looked in both refrigerators and the washer.  I looked places there was no way a change purse could have gone considering only Handy Man and I were here.  I called Kroger again this morning, cancelled my credit card and found out it takes 7 to 10 business days to get a new license, but I could get a paper one.  Since I know babies don't always come when they are supposed to, I ran to town to try and take care of the license business while my students were at PE. Whilst speeding out of the parking lot, it occurs to me, " I have no money, no credit card," so I found some cash fast and went to the bureau, which was thankfully well staffed and not busy and got that taken care of.

I e-mailed who I was supposed to about insurance cards.  By afternoon's end, I was just a wreck.  Still no word on the baby delivery date, no answer about my insurance and health savings card, blah, blah, blah.  

That's it. I had had it. I e-mailed a few friend girls and asked for some serious talks with Jesus on my behalf and headed home to try to get my act together for  Playdate. 

 They all get pretty excited over homemade spaghetti, Ebenezer salad and homemade parmesan, garlic rolls and were all stirring around the kitchen, getting ready for dinner or playing at our feet. Well, Handy Man, Gwanfader, Rae, Giddy-up, Ceece, Bean, Bugg and Swee-Tee ( who will still need a blue egg with cheese) are all about and I'm stirring up sauce and eggs and taking hot rolls out when I turn around and, I don't even know how to explain to you what I thought.  I nearly fainted, because there on my kitchen table,  was my little leather purse. The same kitchen table I had gone over and over and moved every piece of mail, etc. even obsessively checking the tupperware cake taker over and over. I am floundering around, pointing and saying something, I think, like, "Who put that there, where did that come, where did you get it, where was it?"  I guess they had never seen or paid attention to this piece of my life and were all looking at me like I had lost my every loving mind, right there over the spaghetti sauce. They were all startled and grew more so at my heightening hysteria, looking all over for whatever it was that was so out of place and had me so hepped up.  

It took a minute until they realized that the lost treasure was found, but how, how did it just appear on the corner of the table.  I'm telling you I was freaking out.  I knew I had looked EVERYWHERE. This was a miracle, like it very literally materialized out of thin air.

Well, perhaps there was a reason I moved and looked in side that cake taker over and over.  My mistake was not flipping that cake I'd slaved over upside down, or giving it a good shake.

Apparently, it was stuck to the bottom. This is a re-creation, as I imagine it was stuck where that long lost label left some sticky residue.  This time, when Great Uncle time moved it to the high chair so we could eat, it finally came loose. 

 Hallelujah!  Thank you Jesus! 

I could not make up a story this good.

Spaghetti never tasted so good, nor was there ever a playdate so sweet.  

I do believe though I'm officially retiring from cake baking.

Thanks for the prayers!