I grew up an italiaphile. I don’t know why, but all things Italian have always attracted me. (Case in point: I get all hubba hubba when Jake slips me a little abbiamo bisogno di carta igenica?, even if he is just asking if we have any toilet paper.)
In college, I had the opportunity to go abroad for my junior year and I didn’t take the chance. I think I was too busy painting my nails or playing quarters to be bothered. Despite the fact that I’ve since lived in Italy twice, that missed opportunity still haunts me.
And that’s what I’m thinking will happen to you if you don’t try for this gorgeous necklace.
Three words: Are you nuts? This is such a beautiful little shadow bow; I get comments on it constantly.
Listen, you don’t have to have a gut-wrenching tale of mortifying parental woe to participate in the giveaway. When I asked for the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do as a parent, I was hoping for all sorts of stories: funny, weird, big, small, etc.
So c’mon! Take your best shot and comment on this post for your chance at a one-of-a-kind piece. Closes at midnight tonight….
I am Jaime, wife to Jacob. We are the smitten, stupefied, sometimes scared silly parents of a precious boy nicknamed Seabass and a darling girl nicknamed Sweet Chuck.
Higher Highs, Lower Lows 
Well, maybe a lot of your readers, like me, don’t have kids so…I’d leave a story for you, if I had one. =)
Okay, JD, you and ONLY YOU are off the hook.
Elvis spoke to me (after death, that is). Seriously. And I’m not even an Elvis fan. So I think that sort of qualifies. And you don’t even have to consider me for the necklace.
I had the same reaction to your lack of entries, Jaime! I obsessively checked your comments for a day or so ’cause I wanted to read heart-wrenching and hilarious stories. Better odds for the rest of us, I guess! 🙂
Here’s mine. I had to take SB’s Dad to the emergency room because he had fallen on hit his mouth on a 4 gal paint can. When they strapped him down (like on a cross looking board) and came at him with a huge needle to numb his mouth. Jake started screaming (he was 4 years old). I fainted. The next thing I know, I’m in the waiting room with everyone gathered around me to see if I was ok. Jake made it through, I felt like I deserted him, my Dad felt he had deserted me because he didn’t come to the hospital with us.
Hi Jaime-
I wish I had something funny or weird that was also “hard”, but all I’ve got is “hard”. Hard is giving away your daughter in marriage. It’s kind of a good kind of “hard”, because that’s what you raised them for, but it’s got a note of finality to it. You just hope and pray they’re in the 50% of marriages that “make it” ’cause you’ve got really no control over that (a little influence, one hopes, but no actual control.)
You’re a long ways off from worrying about any of this, Jaime, so I hope I’m not compounding your depression (for which I’m praying) with my sobering thoughts…
As for the necklace… um I’m not sure if it will go with any of the man-purses I currently have… hmm, another excuse to go shopping?