Years ago, back in the before time, I went to a Grape Fest in Arkansas. As me and the iceback began our relationship around the time of the Grape Fest (actually a year or two before) he bought me an ankle bracelet by one of the local artisans.

I wore that anklet for years and years. I only replaced it when one of my best buds and fellow Goddess sent me a lovely anklet she had created. I wore that also for years until one day it ended up mangled beyond repair. It somehow slipped off and got stuck under a bedpost. Meanwhile the original (Grape Fest) anklet disappeared.

So a few weeks ago, I finally bought another ankle bracelet, something that screamed "FLORIDA" complete with Puca shells. It was there last night, I'm always reminded when I cross my legs yoga style, that it's there. Apparently, it slipped off my ankle and is no longer there. It was on my ankle this morning but somehow, slipped off my ankle this afternoon/evening, most likely when I did laundry or Z and I walked to Wendy's for dinner.

Forget chocolates...Life is like an ankle bracelet, it's always there until one day we realize, after getting oblivious to its presence, it's not there any more. We don't know where we lost it, we don't know where it went, but suddenly, it's just gone. We search to find where exactly we lost it, and have to suddenly realize, there's not much we can do about finding it again.