This morning, I glanced down and realized my necklace clasp and charm had somehow met right at the front of my throat. Before I even knew what I was doing, I kissed the charm, made necklace wishes, and slid the clasp back where it belonged.
I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve done that since Bug was born.
Maybe old habits cast long shadows…but truth be told, I think I just needed a scrap of extra luck today.
Because tonight? I’m giving a speech—the first one I’ve attempted since 7th grade. And that 7th-grade speech was a full-blown disaster. I froze halfway through, burst into tears, and ran off stage like the room was on fire.
Please, Lord in heaven above, don’t let that be my encore tonight.
And that’s why I wore this necklace.
I consider it lucky.
Brandon surprised me with a trip to an antique jewelry store a few weeks ago, right after I wrapped up my interview with Tim Boyum. He wanted to celebrate, and that little shop was the sweetest surprise. I picked out this vintage larimar heart—made right around the time Brandon and I first met. And the blue? His favorite color.
It’s a tiny reminder that even with the chaos I drag us through, he’s proud of me.
After that little wish this morning, I found myself wondering where I even learned that necklace tradition in the first place. I still can’t place it. But I do remember other girls doing it back in middle and high school—cupping their charms, closing their eyes, whispering whatever hopes they were carrying around in their backpacks.
Funny how these small rituals stick to us, even when we forget where they came from.
And thinking about the necklace wishes tradition opened the floodgates to all the necklace superstitions I’ve heard over the years:
- If your necklace falls off, change is coming.
- If it breaks, that’s a bad omen.
- If the clasp slides to the front, someone’s thinking of you.
- If it falls to the front left, it’s your sweetheart.
- If it slips to the right, someone’s talking about you.
So maybe my clasp wasn’t just wandering this morning.
Maybe it was a nudge—a reminder, a bit of luck, or a whisper of encouragement from someone who believes in me.
Either way, I’ll take it.
