I skipped a couple of days and decided that instead of back peddling, I'd begin again. Hey, self honesty has been something I promised myself I would do this year.
I started again last night. I cleaned some of my mom's Indian jewelry collection. When I was a kid, it was something I enjoyed because I got to fondle all of her treasures and pretend that they (or something like it) would one day be mine.
Last night as we cleaned together, we told stories. When a piece was acquired. Which outfit would make something else pop. How many pieces is too many to wear at once. Most importantly, we laughed.
Who knew that by giving a gift to her, I really think I'm the one who got the gift.
