“Holiday at Tiffany’s” popped up on my calendar today. It is a date that I put on the calendar a few years ago. I decided that it was something to be honored and remembered. It marks the day that my husband and I came to the end of our journey together. And it was ok.

We met at the courthouse midweek at 8:00 am, went through security together, to the assigned room and appointment time. The judge asked us a few questions and then granted it. That was it. We walked back out, to our cars, said a few nicieties, which must have been something like, “..I guess this is it.” We both hugged and went our separate ways.

I drove to the airport and moved through the day processing new feelings, a lighter load, disbelief, a new life, and peace. Wow. I was on the road for ten days in four cities for work.

My first stop was Chicago. It was a pouring down and gloomy with standing water everywhere. Flights were delayed and traffic was backed up. We finally landed, I checked in and took a cab downtown to Tiffany’s on the Magnificient Mile. I had been eyeing a stunning ring online to replace my wedding ring and planned to buy it that day. I put the ring on my finger and it just wasn’t right, however, I kept looking and found just the perfect one, meant for me. I left Tiffany’s on a very gloomy evening with a bright and shiny ring on my hand and headed to my meeting in a tall building with sweeping views of the skyline and the lake. It rained all night.

That day lives on as “Holiday at Tiffany’s” on my calendar, on repeat annually. That day is filled with vivid detail and memories. I choose to celebrate it for what it was, twenty years of time well spent, memories well made, intention, having no regrets, and coming to the end of our journey together. Namaste and all things good. Bowing, in reverence. Well done. Meaningful. And my ring is a reminder of these things, from a Holiday at Tiffany’s!