The Bracelet

Everyone should be fortunate enough to play, laugh, share, and (most importantly) pray with an incredible group of friends.  I was blessed to have had a support group like this.  We called ourselves, “The Girls.” We were five young, single ladies; and, for me, one particularly special memory from that time is about “the bracelet.” 

Like many women during their singles days, one area of concern was finding a mate.  We had our share of laughs, certainly a few tears, and a lot of prayers as we each followed our paths of discovery.  However, as the first of the five was approaching her wedding day, we as a group decided that even though we each had our unique ideas about our perfect wedding days, we still wanted a common bond between each day.  That ended up being “the bracelet.” 

We jointly purchased a pearl bracelet and made a pact for each of us to only wear on our wedding day.  The assignment of the last wearer of the bracelet  was to hold onto it until the first off-spring of “The Girls” married.  At that time, she would pass it on and hopefully “the bracelet” would be shared among each of our families for a second generation. 

As life would have it, I’m the holder of “the bracelet.”  It has remained tucked away in a special spot in my dresser.  Now and then I check on it in anticipation and wonderment of who will wear it again.  But, most importantly, when I check on it, I think about how this seemingly tiny thing has linked the five of us together.  We now live in five separate cities.  Some of us stay in touch more closely than others. 

Some of us haven’t talked in years; and, the last time we were all together was on my wedding day, December 28, 2002.  However, no matter how far apart we are or how long it will be before we all are in each other’s presence again, we will always have “the bracelet.”