Lost and Found

When my father saw what David gave me for our first Christmas he teased David by telling him that he had set expectations too high. That since the first-ever present contained gold and diamonds, then every Christmas hence would need those elements.

David had given me a beautiful gold cross with diamonds on a delicate chain. It is simply beautiful. One of my most cherished pieces of jewellery.

I wore that wonderful Christmas gift every day for months. I simply loved it.

Then one day it went missing.

I was devastated. I looked everywhere.

In my jewelry box. Under my jewelry box. On the dresser. Behind the dresser. In the dresser.

No necklace.

I tore the apartment apart looking for it. I was in tears more than once when looking for this beautiful necklace.

Then one day, I saw it tucked in the side of the padding of my jewelry box. I squealed with delights and ran to David. I was so very happy! Estatic!

Then a few days later... while reorganizing my undie-drawer, I noticed a gold chain caught between the back and the bottom of the drawer. I gently pulled. There was my beautiful necklace. It had fallen between the drawers.

But wait...

I slowly placed my hand on my neck. There was my beautiful necklace.

There, on my neck was my beautiful necklace. There in my drawer, was my beautiful necklace.

Tears swelled in my eyes. My throat got all tight. My heart swelled.

I ran out to David who was sitting watching TV. I showed him the two necklaces.

He smiled and confessed.

When he saw my heartbreak over loosing the first necklace, he had secretly bought a replacement and staged it all to look like I found my beloved necklace.

I could not believe it! No, actually, I could. It all made sense.

David loves me. He loves me so much. I am so very lucky. I am so very blessed.

This is something David would do. He is this type of wonderful person.

At first I wanted him to return the second necklace. But he refused. He insisted I keep both - you know, in case I lost one. ( sadly, this is the type of person I am...)

David is the most wonderful, caring, loving husband. He means the world to me.

Happy Birthday David. BEAR!

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Ummmm, yep, I am a few days late in my birthday wishes. But I have a great reason...David and I had the best weekend ever! My wonderful parents took the kids and David and I got lots of "us time". It was so wonderful, that I did not take the time to blog - I just spent time with the man of my dreams!

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I hope that one day my daughter Madigan and I will both wear the necklaces at her wedding.