For a little while I thought I'd lost something this week.
I was heartbroken.
It is something pretty precious and rare. Not the sort of thing you want to go missing. It's one of those things that you don't see every day, in fact, it's not even close by all the time, but it's vitally important to me and to most people I know that it is not..., well,... lost.
And just when I started to think that it might gone forever, it came back.
Oh, my heart ...
We found it. It's a little beaten and broken up, but its found and that's all that matters.
Hold that which you love dear and close.
Don't wait till something is lost to realise how much you loved it.
And to all those that I know and love, please never doubt that your very existence blesses me and everyone around you.
For if you were to be lost, we would all be heartbroken.