I found my bracelet. We went to get dessert and talked for a long long time about our lives and the bracelet and this place and dreams. Things that are hard to talk about and that we don’t want to talk about but that we must talk about. And it wasn’t so hard or as hard this time. I wasn’t sobbing which is something I sometimes do and can’t help it. I hope he doesn’t think I do it on purpose, but I just can’t help it sometimes.

And we got home and I felt better, I felt they way you do after you work out, you feel like your insides have been working for something, they feel clean, they feel light and I thought how nice it would be if I found my bracelet tonight. The bracelet that I love that he bought me in Mexico, the bracelet I play with at work rolling the beads between my fingers. I thought what a great close a symbolic close to this night, this random monday night that was gray and long and tiring. I glanced on the armoir again and nothing. Sigh. Decided to wash my face and brush my teeth and get my skin ready for bed for my warm bed and my blue flannel sheets. I checked again in the bathroom on the off chance that tonight was my night to find it. I checked my travel bag even though I had checked it a million times, dug my hands in a pocket I knew I had dug my hands into before and I felt it. Deep in that pocket, I felt it, in a place I had already looked in a place I would naturally have put it, in its right place. I took it out. Saw it glitter, saw it yawn like it had just been woken up from the longest most glorious nap and I wrapped my fingers around the woven beads and cried a little because I can’t help it and went downstairs to show Pat what I had just found in a place it should have been all along, in a place I had already looked.

We both got teary, I saw it, don’t think I didn’t see it. Crying over a bracelet he gave to me. A bracelet with history, that’s been places, born from the hands of a Mexican woman with old hands. A bracelet that means something more to us than maybe we realize. “I was hoping you’d find it,” he said. “Yeah, me too.” And I did.

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4 Responses to !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  1. Dear Rachel, That is the best news. Just this morning as I finally had a chance to visit here I was wondering if you had found the bracelet. I came back after doing some of my own writing and YES, YOU DID. I am so happy, for both of you and for the bracelet and for all it represents, including finding what we think has been lost. As I like to think of it, a day of increase and triumph. Hooray. xoxo

    • rachvb says:

      YAY! Last night! I had reserved to giving it space and not looking for it and obsessing about it, but still missing it and being sad and wondering where it could be. AND I FOUND IT!! I’m wearing it today and it’s perfect.
      I’m glad you are immersed in your own writing. Go you! Keep going keep going keep going!

  2. Oh, Joy, Rachel! This is wonderful news – and, as Marylinn says, a triumph and a day of increase. I’m so happy for you, your gentleman and your bracelet. Sometimes – usually? – timing is everything. Blessings ; ) xx

    • rachvb says:

      thank you thank you! I feel silly blabbing on and on about a bracelet. But I’ll hold on to small joys and small joys that lead to bigger joys. Time has an odd way of showing up, doesn’t it? Well perhaps it is always there we are just too busy and it pops its head out to remind us.

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