Pillow talk. . .

When my mom passed away my dad gave me her wedding rings.

Eons ago she had her original center diamond reset into a different ring.  I have talked about taking that stone and having it put back into its original band for years so I could wear it.

I guess a certain little girl had been listening.  Listening for a quite a few years because here it is. . .

 

I discovered the ring box on my pillow one night with a short little note "A late birthday, early Mother's Day and just because I love you."  When I opened the box I paused to wrap my brain around what I saw.  I recognized it as my mom's ring but I was certain it was in my jewelry box.  I immediately went to look for it.  Of course it wasn't there.  She made this happen all on her own.  No help from Dad and a huge secret and surprise for me.

Maddison had the original ring all put back together, repaired and polished ~ just as beautiful as the day my dad placed it on my mom's hand.

Wearing it feels like something from a dream.  A lovely, warm and welcoming dream.

 

 

This girl of mine is a gift.

I was sad and teary about what seemed to be my weaknesses screaming at me all at once. I felt as far from beautiful as I have felt in an extremely long time.

We share a journal.  It's just between the two of us.  Randomly we put it on one another's pillow.  This was on my pillow late one night. . .

 

Her words and total belief in me was heaven sent.

My heart is overflowing.