The Story of Baby Gold
Growing up, I would watch my mom get ready for an event or a dinner party. I would watch her get dressed, put on her makeup, do her hair, wear her perfume, and as she walks out the door she would turn to my father with a handful of jewels and have him fasten each piece on her.
As I got older I would go through her jewelry, try them on and ask her about them. Each piece of jewelry had a story, an occasion it was purchased for, a memory it brought to life. At the very end of my treasure hunt, my final question was always " can I have it when I grow up" to which the answer was always, "yes."