Mike and I spent the afternoon walking around downtown Solvang, wandering in and out of numerous shops and side roads. It was a peaceful and beautiful day. After several hours we headed back towards the car and I suddenly noticed a lightness in my wrist. My bracelet. Gone. Thus began the journey of retracing a whole afternoon's worth of steps. The streets were crowded and we had covered so much ground - it seemed pointless to search. I sat down on a bench and cried. I told myself that it was just a "thing" and to let it go. But it wasn't the "thing." It was the individual charms of the bracelet given to me by mom & dad, my sisters, Ruby and Gram. To afraid of rejection, I refused to ask any of the shop owners if they had found it so without skipping a beat Mike took on that task. The last resort shop suggested that we ask at the Solvang Visitor Center. Worth a shot. We walk in and saw the same cranky old man we had encountered yesterday was sitting at the desk. Mike stopped mid-question and pointed behind the desk, "we need to claim that bracelet." There it was, sitting on the counter after being returned by a mother and daughter who had found it abandoned on the sidewalk.
Passed this stretch of sidewalk just moments after my bracelet was claimed. I have no doubt that I have someone looking over me.
Just when you thought pancakes couldn't be any more delicious...they cook them in a ball and douse them with powdered sugar. Deeelish.
Traffic on the 101 during rush hour doesn't leave much to smile about. So we got off the next exit and watched a gorgeous Santa Barbara sunset.
Sometimes the simplest things bring on the tears....so glad you found the bracelet, but the shamrock and its connection to the find really touched me. Grandma has not lost any of her connections here or in heaven. Love you,love your thoughts. Mom
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