My older son was born almost six years ago. His birth came two days before my 1st wedding anniversary and 10 days before my @#th birthday. For this I decided I deserved diamond earrings.
Honestly, I'm a simple woman. I drink day old coffee and am not too proud for hand-me-downs.

I asked for diamond earrings more as a step toward simplification. I put them in my ears at the hospital and wore them every day for almost six years (with the exception of cleaning them, of course).

A couple weeks ago, sitting in my sister's driveway, I reach up, toughed my earlobe and gasped. My earring was gone. Really gone. I combed through the grass in my front and back lawn. I got on my hands and knees with my face to the floor, scouring my carpets like an anteater. With every passing room the stabbing pain in my stomach worsened.

Then my husband offered some perspective...it's just a thing. And though there was also a huge dose of sentiment, it was again, just a thing; something to be replaced on another magical event to come in my future. Or, I'm tossing around the thought of buying fake ones - a fraction of the price and 0% worry.

On second thought, I'll take my chances and wait for another great accomplishment and reason for a treasure.