The missing piece...

We had our neighbor Samantha stay over last weekend and while she was here, we worked on a puzzle. She left it here after she left and it was driving me crazy since all the pieces looked the same. By Tuesday, I was tried of it and she thought the one she started at home was too hard, so we switched. Lo and behold, four days later.... ta da!















I remember getting a puzzle almost every Christmas when I was kid and setting up a table in the middle of room and working on it for weeks. I used to do puzzles all the time and for some reason haven't done one in probably 15 years or more. It was one of those rare good nostalgic memories. Heck, it was even something Jonathan got in on last night and we actually did something together!!! But of course, we get towards the end and I can't find that one darn piece. Jonathan says from across the table how it's a metaphor about me. I'm just one piece short of a complete puzzle....






















Funny thing is, if he had stuck around for the hard parts and finished it with me, he would have discovered he was missing a piece too! Hence the new blog title. I think it fits. =)