I'm loved


Anybody who knows me well knows that I really don't have much time for sentiment and mementos. I mean, come on, I'm the girl who traded in her wedding ring for something something a bit less traditional after three years of marriage. When the house was burglarized all my jewelry went missing. All except the wedding band I had on my finger. Our insurance claim replaced the monetary value of the trinkets and I've been looking for weeks in jewelry stores and online for replacements. For some reason though, I just didn't feel right about swiping the credit card. I realized that it isn't the jewelry as much as the associated memories.

There were the earrings that my Dad gave my Mama on my day of birth. The charm bracelet that was my Grandma's, given to my Mama, and now mine. The charms had slowly been added as the years went by. There was the necklace from Grandma Avis, an opal necklace with a little bow setting, that thrilled my ten-year-old heart and remained special because it was our birthstone and I was her birthday buddy. There was the beaded pearl necklace that my parent's brought back from China when our little Miss Kayce came to be part of our lives. There were the pearl earrings with a matching pendant necklace that was given as a symbol of purity when I turned sixteen (like a promise ring with a touch of class. Not really sure if people are still doing the whole promise ring thing anymore). I wore the setting with pride on my wedding day four years later. There was a turquoise bracelet that I bought on a family trip to Taos, the trip in which I decided that I could imagine myself married to this guy named Denver. There were the earrings that Denver gave me our first Christmas together, as we shivered in our cute little cabin on the river. There was the necklace with multiple charms my sister designed for me as an apology and replacement. I always felt a touch guilty when I wore it, the necklace was so much cooler then any of the junk she lost. I've come to be rather familiar with the value of sentiment. Something I never really understood or cared to think about until recently.

My husband loves me and observed that I was bummed. I came home from work yesterday, went directly to my side of the closet, like I always do, to find some post-work clothing and there was a little Sundance box. I went to the fridge, like I always do, looking for a snack and there was another Sundance box. Later that evening, I went for a cup of tea to go with a cookie, like I frequently do, and found two more little boxes. Just before bed I brushed my teeth, like I always should do, and found another. I'm glad I decided to marry that "guy named Denver" and I'm glad he has good taste.

I have new pieces with new memories. Starting fresh with a good reminder that I am very well loved.


  1. This made me cry! :) I love you too. XOXO

  2. Oh dear. This very mushy and very touching. A tear or two has found its way down my cheek as well.

  3. Gah - I have now read this three times, and had to fight back tears all three times. I must take after Mama.

  4. haha. I think the same thing sometimes.

    Seriously, where did this mushy side come from?!?

    Thanks for the love!