Today I’m wearing the palm tree earrings that James bought for me in Santa Barbara on my first-ever trip to California after my divorce was finalized.
In the gift shop, one earring had a piece of mother-of-pearl missing from its palm branch. It was broken. But that only made me want it more. Something bad had happened to that earring, but it was still shining.
I figured, nobody else is going to come along to this gift shop by the beach and love that earring more than I do. So I told James that was the one I wanted. He didn’t ask any questions.
Almost four years later, I wear these earrings all the time. They remind me that sometimes things are more beautiful when they are broken.