it was the first piece of 'real jewelry' i ever got. i think it was for my 24th birthday (i must be getting old!). it was a .15 ct diamond solitaire necklace. it sparkled so beautiful. maybe it was going to be my daughter's (if i ever had one) sweet sixteen birthday present, maybe i would add it to my wedding ring, or maybe i was going to be buried with it. either way i had plans for it....

but i did not plan for it to be lost.

i took the necklace off to shower. i swore it was under the towel. i put it under the towel so it won't fall into the sink. that's the last place i saw it. i thought it had fallen into the sink. i didn't use that sink until my dad came home from japan. the day he came back i made him drain it and see if the necklace was there. it wasn't.

i was devastated. i called paul and cried.

that was 2 years ago.

this came in the mail today.



he special ordered it from iraq. not even a diamond a million carats can signify what this one means to me, especially now. it is now the most precious thing i have (until march of course).

i still haven't worn it. i'm afraid to. i am going to sleep with it tonight. maybe i'll wear it tomorrow. :P