My folks didn’t have the easiest marriage. I don’t think they’d mind me writing that. I think they’d be the first to admit it. But they persevered and now they are in their retirement years, traveling around the world together, having found a groove that works for them. I am so proud of them; I know it wasn’t easy. About 20 years ago my mom gave me this heart necklace that my dad had given to her. On one side of the heart, it’s red sapphires, and on the other side, the jewels are black. I like the duplicity of this piece. Things aren’t always black and white in marriage (or black and red in this matter). We show both sides of ourselves to our partner-the good and the ugly. We give our hearts, having to be vulnerable, that can make us raw, but can also teach us a love that we never thought possible. New love and old love, love that gives us butterflies, and love that allows us to be comfortable.
I’ve never worn this necklace before as it’s quite delicate for my taste, but now with the trend of multiple chains, I’m going to try to unravel the mess that is the chain. It might just be the perfect accent piece to go with my cross and my arrow: my faith and my direction.