Lioness

A friend of mine died after high school, and I encountered her mother for the first time in 34 years last week. We talked about her and cried a little. And as she looked between me and the ChickieNob, she commented that we wore the same necklace.

She is the second person ever to have commented on it, and the first person was a jeweler, so I expect him to pay attention to jewelry. We told her the story of the necklace, and while she gave me a lot of physical hugs that day, noticing that detail was an emotional hug because it’s something special to us. We’ve been wearing the same necklace in different iterations for 16 years. That’s a long time for only two strangers to comment on something.

And then I got home and the necklace clasp broke.

It was an easy fix, and I called a jeweler we use to see if he could fit us in. He’s about an hour away, but I trust them with really special things like this necklace. The woman who answered told me they wouldn’t do a same-day fix for me, no matter how easy or small the fix. She didn’t care that we would be driving an hour or that they had just done a same-day fix a few months ago. I hung up the phone and started looking for another jeweler.

But the ChickieNob told me to hand over the chain. She was taking it to the jeweler and getting it fixed that day. She drove it the hour, walked it into the store, and got them to change the clasp. The time in the store was about five minutes.

She was a lioness. Completely fierce. Making things happen. I am so grateful I have a fierce woman on my side.