Recently, while my girls were playing with my jewelry, they pulled one out that I had not seen in a long time. It was one of the many pieces that my grandmother gave me. I probably had this necklace for at least 20 years. I played with it in the same way that my girls now play with my necklaces. Knowing it's beautiful. After all, it was my grandmother's. She was beautiful. By association, I was beautiful. And what I can't believe, in all the years that it was in my possession, I never truly looked at it. Well, this time, when my girls were in bed and I was cleaning up. I looked at it for the first time. The word beautiful doesn't even begin to describe it. It's more than that.
The letters MIZPAH are engraved on the front.
Mizpah.
I was curious. Intrigued. This is what I found.
Emotional bond.
I am now even more curious. I want to know who gave it to her. How long has it been in the family? I may never know the answers to these questions. But what I do know, is that this necklace has a story. This story. Our story. And this necklace, my grandmother's necklace, will be passed down to one of my girls. Starting & creating one of many family traditions. One thing is for sure, I will never look at this necklace the same, and I will never not look at this necklace again.