This morning as I got ready for church, I decided I'd wear the pearls that my father-in-law gave me for Mardi Gras 2 years ago. I looked in my jewelry box but they weren't there. Our house is on the market so I worried that someone grabbed them from my hidden spot. Nah. I likely put them with my costume jewelry by accident. I checked but the necklace wasn't there either. I double checked both places again. Little K & I recited: " Tony, Tony, look around. Something's lost & can't be found."
I looked again but nada.
I went downstairs to tell Trent with tears bursting from my eyes. On top of it all, we are 1 week from the 1 year anniversary of my FIL's passing. Ugh.
"Check the vegetable crisper & I'll look upstairs," Trent said. Oddly, my MIL found a diamond tennis bracelet in the vege crisper so it's not that odd of a statement. Unfortunately, it wasn't there either.
I followed my husband upstairs on the search. He looked in the same spots but nothing. Then we looked everywhere else & Little K looked through her jewels. I feared the worst. Gone!
Then Trent said: "Are these them?"He pointed to the small stash of my favorite Mardi GRAS beads from over the years. They hung in my closet. There on top of them all ...was my pearl necklace. What? I would never have put the pearls there. But since my FIL loved Mardi Gras, I wondered.
Who's preparing for Mardi Gras?
- Until the next nap time.