About a month ago, I misplaced my pocket knife. Were I still living under my dad’s roof, this would have been cause for great concern. “A man without his pocketknife is a man without his pants,” he would say. But I wasn’t too worried. I was pretty sure it was still in the house, I also carry a leatherman tool on my belt, and I have a backup pocketknife. I found that I didn’t carry the backup pocketknife though because it was too heavy; Too much weight bouncing around in my pocket.
While I occasionally noticed its absence from my pocket, I didn’t realize quite how much I missed its comforting presence until I found it during some of our pre-baby clean-up that we did today. So, hooray, what was lost is now found (again).