Have you ever lost something that you loved?
A few years ago, Chris bought me a beautiful diamond necklace for my birthday. It had three vertical diamonds - one for each of our daughters. I loved it.
One day, about a year ago, I opened up my jewelry box and couldn't find it. I turned my bedroom upside down, looking everywhere for it. I searched for weeks and couldn't find it anywhere.
I was devestated. When it comes to jewelry, I am a traditionalist and a minimalist. I wear the same pieces each day and they all mean something to me. I was absolutely heartbroken.
I told Chris that I couldn't find it. He understood it was an accident, but I could tell he was bummed about it. I told him that I thought it was in my bag that I take to commercial shoots. For some of my shoots, I take additional clothes and bring along other jewelry to match the different outfits. I thought for sure the necklace was in one of the pouches in that bag. I was almost positive I had worn it to a shoot and taken it off to wear another necklace. But after searching the bag a gazillion times, I just couldn't find it.
It has bothered me - and driven me crazy - for the past year.
Well, the other day I was getting ready for a shoot and cleaning out that bag. I looked down, and saw the glimmer of a sparkling diamond.
IT WAS MY NECKLACE!!
Apparently the pouch it was in had a little slit in it, and the necklace had fallen through it. I seriously can't tell you how many times I searched that bag and never saw it.
I have been wearing it again, and the girls just love it. I explained to them that each diamond represents my three daughters: Melissa on top, because she's the oldest, followed by Ann Catherine and Lily Baker on bottom.
Yesterday as Ann Catherine was admiring it she said, "Mommy, I think Melissa should be the middle diamond."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because she's the special-ist of all the angels."
Oh yes she is. Maybe she had a part in that necklace finding it's way back to me. I am so happy to have it back!