Lost and found

Today, we had a visit from Finn, our grandson. We skied with him and his parents in the morning and took him back home, after lunch, while his mom and dad were able to enjoy a few more run on their own.

Finn's investigative mind was jubilant as he explored our new home, poked his nose into boxes that weren't meant for him and discovered a host of treasure-troves. Among one of them was my French ski instructor certification pin, that I thought I had misplaced, but most probably lost forever. The number 3457 is engraved on its back and for me it remains priceless; thank you Finn!