Lost

No, not the TV show, but our daughter! Josh took Ellie to the D-backs game on Saturday, a daddy-daughter date that she had been looking forward to literally for months. After a little while of watching the game they headed to the playground/batting cages area with my nephew where Josh was standing in-between watching them both. After a while, Josh noticed he hadn't seen Ellie in the twisty playground tunnels recently enough, went to find her and found both her and the shoes she had previously removed gone. Gone. Not just around the corner, barely out of sight...gone. Panic then ensued. They found a security guard, were told to head to customer relations and right about then discovered via the walkie-talkie that an Ellie with her dad's name Josh had been found and was waiting at customer relations. I was so impressed to hear that she could at least tell them her name and her dad's...and SO glad this was not my experience. I think I would have been a hysterical mess, unable to think at all what to do, overcome with terror. Thank you Josh for finding her.

If you ask her now about the experience she's almost proud, probably because it has made her very popular and overly hugged/kissed. She likes to tell the story of how she was lost and even for a newly turned 3 year old has developed an uncanny ability for embellishment (can't imagine where she gets it....a Neville trait, surely :) ) Perhaps her favorite part to tell was what her daddy let her have for dinner..."lem nems." (translation...M&M's)

It's one of those stories she'll be able to brag about to her friends when she gets older--how she once was lost but now is found. For the time being we're just grateful to have her safely in our home and look forward to a day when we can relate those night's events without complete horror.