I cried so hard when I realized I may have truly lost you,
You meant so much to me.
Both joy and pain stored in your charming presence,
It took so long to “earn” you,
I still remember sitting back that first Christmas watching the other girls flaunting theirs hoping you’d show up for me to do the same.
It wasn’t a superficial thing to me, it was spiritual or symbolic rather,
See if you had arrived then I’d know things were official,
Showing up that Christmas would have meant I was “in”,
I would be a part of the family,
It meant commitment to you being on my arm and growing every year,
But you didn’t show up.
I just knew then I wasn’t yet “that” wanted or needed,
I wasn’t “the one” truly just yet.
But I’ll never forget the day you finally did make your debut,
It wasn’t at Christmas time as I had expected,
It was two years later,
After a long day of working on my birthday,
I came home feeling I had been forgotten,
My birthday wasn’t important enough,
And to my surprise there you were,
In the kitchen waiting for me!
I was so elated as I opened the Jared’s bag and saw you laying in the box waiting for me,
You shined so brilliantly with my first 4 charms on you,
The heart with my opal birthstone,
The family charm and two place holder charms,
Finally I knew it was official between my fiancé and I,
Though he had given me my ring the year prior,
This, this really meant he was in it for the long haul.
Yet, it still took another 2 years before you ever got another charm to add to your brilliance.
You are a symbol of our journey,
Our first anniversary,
My 30th birthday,
And now our first child together.
So when you went missing my world went crashing down.
I could always get another one but it will never be like my original.
Thank God you showed up in my pocket,
Once again when I least expected it,
And I jumped for joy!
Even more excited than the first day I got you!
It had been over a month since I could remember seeing you last.
Now I’m much more cautious and conscious of where I put you down.