My husband stayed home with my little son this week because of a nasty cold. During lunch time he calls me up at work and lets me know I have a postcard waiting for me. Awesome! The whole day just breezes by and when I step through the door I aim for the pile of post.

There's nothing there. No postcard!

My husband tells me it was there this morning and he has no idea where it went. I can't ask my son because he hasn't started speaking yet. I try to use sign language and prod him about P O S T C A A A A R D S ... he just laughs and continues playing with his little Winnie the Pooh car.

I'm devastated and I feel bad. I look around the house, I even pull out a few cupboards to look behind them in case it has slipped down.

My husband helps me out, my son even looks like he's trying to find it for me but to no use. I decide to sleep on it before having to face the post of shame.

Tonight as I come home from work I have one last look around. My son is still rolling around on his Winnie the Pooh car. Suddenly he stops, calls out Mamma and takes my hand.

And there it is. He stuffed the post card in his car. I found it!

Anyways maybe this was a pointless story to you... but to me, it was important cause I really like every single exchange and it doesn't matter if it's a huge package or a small card - they all mean someone out there wanted to send something my way and I never, ever want to take that for granted by losing it so easily.

Thank you so much.

I'm sorry for keeping you waiting and also for not being able to read your name properly and I don't want to guess. Maybe you can give me a shout out here by pm or comment. Your old college looks like something I've only ever seen in the movies, very cool indeed.