lost and found

In the last week, there must have been an elf in our house, hiding all of our stuff...important stuff.  The day before Ragnar, as I was in the shower, a little elf took my wedding ring from the counter.  It was missing for 4 days.  I was pretty much freaking out.  And then, out of the blue, my ring just appeared on our table in the family room.

 

Next up was my car keys.  I took the kids to the school for lunch.  (our school here provides free lunch, all summer, for anyone.  It is awesome).  I lost the keys in the cafeteria.  I did not find them, until five days later, they were just lying on a random table at the school.

 

And then there was my mom's keys.  My parents are in Alaska, and have their car parked here.  We dropped them off at the airport.  The day they left, Mary saw William with their keys, and then they were gone.  I literally scoured our house, yard, and cars, time and time and time again.  We had family searches, searches with friends, searches while cleaning, ect.  I was absolutely stressed out of my mind!  Then, yesterday, as Ben was moving stuff around in our coat closet, there were the keys.  Lying on the floor as if they had fallen out of our church bag.  HUGE relief!

 

Last, but not least, Lukes bottle.
By the time this was missing, I was beyond discouraged, and oh so sick of running through our house looking for lost items.  As with the others, I prayed.  Within 20 minutes, I found the bottle in the fridge...where I had looked 10 times already.  It was on the bottom shelf, in the door of the fridge, where I never put anything, because I can't see it.  I was so relieved to find it, and Luke finally took a nap!

 

I think our elf's name may just be "William."

 

Oh William!