Something borrowed, something blue

I remember being chest high to the dresser and running my fingers lovingly over this piece of jewelry in my granny's room, I thought it was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen as I turned it this way and that to catch the light. I wore it on my wedding day, my oldest daughter wore it on her wedding day. And last month my youngest daughter, Julie wore while her and Tom made their vows. A tradition that speaks to me of love, honor, and family support. Somehow I think my granny was smiling down and blessing us all. I can't help wonder if my daughters will pin this to their girls dresses with the blessing of generations past.