I bought a Valentine's Day card for my husband a week or two ago and I've been looking for it ever since.

I vaguely remember the card. I remember it was funny. I remember buying it. But, for the life of me, I cannot remember where I stashed it. It's not with the rest of the cards I keep on hand -- which, in hindsight, probably would've been the best place to store it.

I do remember that wherever I put it, I knew I'd run across it before Valentine's Day.

It's not tucked in the pages of my journal. It's not in the pile of school papers on the microwave or on the stack of reading next to the couch. It's not in my car or my underwear drawer or the top shelf of my closet (all occasional "hiding" places).

I am truly baffled.

And, I feel old as hell.

All I can do now is trust that I was right...and that I really will come across it before Thursday. Let go. Let the card come to me.

St. Valentine, St. Valentine, turn around. Something's lost and must be found!