The Case of the Missing Baseball Glove

Last week, Rhys's most prized possession, his beloved baseball glove, disappeared.

We went through the stages of loss and grief. First, we looked for it. Then we searched for it. Then we absolutely tore the house apart. Next, we retraced our steps and revisited every store, parking lot, or house that we had visited the previous days. Then we searched our house again. And again. And, finally, we tearfully decided that it was gone forever.

We began the search for a replacement glove. Unfortunately, Nike redesigned last year's model, and the remake isn't as nice as the old version. So we had to widen the search to include different models. Over the weekend, we visited every sporting goods store in the greater Austin area, and not one glove could compare to the old, beat up glove that Rhys loved so much. But, in the end, he decided he could live with a Nakona glove that we found at Academy. It was pricier than we intended to spend, but we were so relieved that he found one that he liked at all, we decided to go for it.



The Nakona glove is absolutely beautiful, and I know Rhys felt better once we brought it home and he and Bill began the breaking-in process.

Then, today, I decided I'd use the time while Rhys is in basketball camp to deep clean his room. As I was sorting toys, I tripped over an old tin table top football game.


When I picked it up to put it away, I discovered this:


The glove was actually wedged under the game board! It fit so perfectly that even though we'd looked there a million times (it was right next to his bat bag), none of us saw it. You can imagine Rhys's elation! I think he feels like he has a missing limb back.


And what with the new, gorgeous (and expensive) Nakona glove? Rhys says, "At least now I have a back up!"