Our church meets at a beautiful Catholic high school in West Philly. One of the benefits of this location is all the outdoor space for the kids. It’s pretty much a huge concrete playpen with concrete flower beds and a few concrete statues as the boundaries. Genius. Except I somehow lost Silas last week while we were all talking after the service. I admit I panicked for a few seconds. After all, it IS the city. Oh, and did I mention the Hero Hubs wasn’t with us, so it would be tough explaining to him how I lost our child at church of all places.
Anyway, this is how I found him. His idea of a good hiding spot. It worked.
I would love to hear of all the wonderful ways you’ve lost your child as well. I’m sure I’m not alone. Right?!?!