Sometimes things happen and you just have to take them as a sign

Yesterday, kiddo was playing upstairs and he came downstairs with a necklace and insisted that I put it on.  I don’t wear jewelry that often other- usually just my ring.  It’s not normal that kiddo brings me jewelry and insists that I wear it.  It just seems odd that out of all of the things in the house, he brought me the necklace that I wore for our wedding.

My wedding anniversary is/was on September 17th.  I don’t know what tense to use anymore.

Nathaniel doesn’t know the significance of the necklace.  He doesn’t know that my anniversary is on Friday.  He’s two.

The only explanation I have is that John told him to go take the necklace to Mommy.  He knew I could use a hug.

The necklace hasn’t been worn for years… it was perfect with my wedding dress, but I’m a dress down sort of gal and it’s not a t-shirt or polo kind of necklace.  It’s been sitting on the same table for years.  Kiddo has played with other things on the table, but I don’t recall him ever touching the necklace.  It’s nothing special… not valuable… just a cheap necklace from Claire’s.  But obviously, it had a specific purpose and a specific meaning.

The necklace could use a good cleaning, but I don’t know where the jewelry cleaner is.  And maybe there is some symbolism as well… five years ago it sparkled and shown, it’s more weary and worn today, but it still glimmer to it.  With some cleaner it can shine again.  It still has enough sparkle to it and kiddo insisted that I wear it.  So, I put it on and fondly remembered our wedding day.

We got married at our house… on the front porch with Winston playing with his Jolly Ball in the background.  It was a simple ceremony with friends and family and it just perfect for us.

The necklace brought back so many great memories and a few tears.  I think I’ll wear it for a few days, if it seems out of place with my t-shirt… that’s okay…  kiddo wanted me to wear it.

About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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