I wear the same necklace every day. I guess you could say I’m not much for accessorizing. Just throw on the same ole thing and be done with it. I put it on and silently know why I own it. Because Bub died. But I don’t dwell on it heavily throughout the day. It’s just there.
Until someone mentions it. I went to visit someone today that has commented on my necklace in the past, so it brought those thoughts to the forefront again, even though it wasn’t mentioned today.
I love my little necklace. It’s dainty. That’s what my jeweler calls everything I have. Dainty. I’m built small. When I was picking out my wedding ring with him, he called it dainty too. My finger is a children’s size. (I can still wear a ring I was given by my grandmother when I was probably 9 or 10 and I haven’t had to resize it. I wear it on my right ring finger every day.)
So anyway… the necklace. It reminded me of something today.
Over the Christmas holiday, we did a lot of house cleaning. We were all home and none of us were overly tired from working and school, so we got a lot done. And that was good. But one of the things we did was re-arrange ‘the closet’.. Bub’s closet/office closet. Every few years we go through and straighten up and throw out etc.
And I found one of Bub’s favorite books! The butterfly book. It wasn’t called that, but that’s what HE called it.
Yes, his favorite book came to us already well loved. But that’s ok. Every time we read the book, we had to stop so he could look at the butterflies.
His favorite was the green one in the center left area. We always had to stop so he could admire all of them.. but especially the green one.
It was easy to decide what to have made in memory of him.
There is another post that tells more of the story of my necklace here.
