Christmas 2010, my gorgeous sister bought me a necklace.
She is one of those people who has a knack of buying supremely appropriate and lovely presents. She will ask for your list, and then buy something that’s not on it, but which is absolutely perfect for you.
I love this necklace. At the time, I had two little boys, and I loved having a piece of jewellery that represented them. Everywhere I went, I got comments about my birdie necklace.
I was wearing my birdie necklace when we had our lovely sister day in November. I told her that I was always receiving compliments about it.
“But now I need a necklace with three birdies for my three little birds”, I said.
And that was the end of the conversation.
Until, this Christmas, I unwrapped one of her presents to find this.
I cried. I cried because it was beautiful. And I cried because she heard, and remembered. And scoured shops and the internet for the necklace with three birdies.
Now I wear my three birdies close to my heart. And think of my sister who remembers stuff. She’s good like that.