Treasure Hunt

I forgot where I put my brain.

I search for it, beneath the pile of picture frames I have yet to hang.  It's not here or behind the couch cushions or the pile of laundry that seems to breed like rabbits on holiday.  I walk outside and look beneath the black bench and under the sunrise and the mustard flowers that Anthony likes to pick and smell.  It's not in the trunk of my car or in my teacup collections or in the closet I'm afraid to go into.

"What I are you doing?" he asks.  He's just home from work and wearing blue shirt and a black tie.  I'll never get sick of seeing him dressed up like this.

"Looking," I say.  I'm always looking for something.

"For what?" 

"I can't remember."

He smiles and kisses me on the forehead.  He catches my hand in his and squeezes it.  In that instant, I am found.


  1. How sweet!

  2. Very cute. I am also an expert at misplacing my brain, but that's a story for another time.

  3. Nice, little story that made me smile. I need to look for my brain, as well!

  4. So touching. It's wonderful to have someone who always finds you, isn't it? Now finding my phone and my keys is another story...

  5. This happens daily in my house too, except I always say I am looking for my marbles.
    I am reading this as my husband gets ready to head to the office and he is also wearing a (powder) blue shirt and black (and grey) tie.
    Is also my anchor.

    This was powerful for me. Thank you.

  6. Natalie the SingingfoolMay 23, 2013 at 11:06 AM

    So sweet!