POTD - Favorite Jewelry

Oh yes. This is the week I've been waiting for. I'm not even one of those big jewelry kind of chicks, but I adore the few minimal pieces that I have.

If you've been reading my blog, you know that we lost my little brother six years ago. I try not to harp on it here because I don't want to be the 'pity me' type. But it's an integral part of this story so it must be mentioned. It was February 14, 2002. Less than a year after my brother's accident. My girlfriends had somehow convinced me to go out to the bar that night. It was Valentine's Day, I was single, and I was not looking forward to spending the night at a small-town local bar. But they had great dancing music and $2 mixed drinks (love me some vodka cranberry) so I agreed to go. As I was getting ready, my Dad handed me the small box.

He got my sister and I the same necklace. Something material that could serve as a reminder of sorts. I wore the necklace out for the first time that night. It was the night that I met my husband. Really made a girl that doubted fate think...