Sometimes I wish I’d written everything important down. Every encouraging word, every moment of pure joy, every kiss, every hope and dream. All those little things are so easy to forget, and if only I had taken a few seconds to cast those memories into real words so they wouldn’t slip through the holes of memory.


I don’t remember when my Grandma gave me this bracelet. Perhaps for Christmas or my birthday or just because. She was excellent at just pure giving. I remember she said she loved turquoise and that is why she got it when she was younger, but I cannot remember the story she would have told when she gave it to me. I think it is beautiful, but like so many things, I cherish it because it was once hers.