I had been looking for a different necklace on my jewelry holder. This lead me to search a little deeper than I normally would and that was how it caught my eye: a tiny delicate diamond on a silver chain. It was snarled in a much larger clump and I almost missed it.
It used to be bright silver, and that’s how I knew it.
It was a necklace my husband bought me earlier in our marriage at a time when money was tighter. It was the first time I told him explicitly what jewelry I preferred instead of making him guess. It was a declaration.
I wore it almost daily for a long time. And that’s how it became tarnished with love and use. The bright silver became dull, obscuring what it once was. And I realize now: that’s how I missed it.
And it turned out to be a perfect metaphor- A life lesson that I needed in that moment.
Sometimes things can be so loved that I forget they can also change. I keep looking for the shiny version, the way I know to recognize it. I forget that love and use will tarnish. That bright and shiny is only for brand new. And one day I am looking for my beloved and I miss it entirely. Somehow my love and familiarity has obscured it to my own eye.
May I take this reminder to look at old loves with new eyes. It is worth it.