I used my last check the other day. I have cute Disney checks with Tinkerbell, Bambi, Cinderella, and Lady and the Tramp on them. They make me happy. Knowing I had more somewhere, I went looking.
And I could not find them in any logical location.
Even after Tom checked where he thought they were, they remained elusive. Last Saturday, I finally started pulling down each box in our closet (we have far too many) and going through them, even if I thought I knew the contents. There was one of candles, one of stationary etc., one of frames, one of random stuff from Tom's desk that was thrown together when we moved and was never unpacked (it was obviously important stuff!) and finally the last box was of things I had determined I wanted to keep, but not on my desk. And in that last box, lo and behold, was the checks. Hooray.
I am the ward choir director. Each member has a black binder to keep all their music in, and I keep all those binders in a cardboard box which I tote to and from church each week. Having had the calling (and, therefore, the box) for over two years, it was
Last Sunday, as I was getting my box out to take it to church, I commented to Tom (who is not usually at home Sundays before church, as he has early meetings) about the dilapidated state of the choir box.
Remembering the half-empty box of randomness in the closet, (which was in pristine condition) he pulled it out, dumped the contents on the bed, and transferred the choir binders to their new, much sturdier home.
As Tom sorted through the contents later, he found the door-knob-hanger-thing and quietly recommenced the traveling love note.
And I love it.