Driving home for Christmas, my metal key chain flew off into the crevice between the driver's seat and console, never to be heard from or seen again. Then serendipitously, I got a family crest key chain in my Christmas stocking that very evening. Except that it broke after only two days of use. Fail.
I went several days without key flair before I realized I had a fabulous one sitting in my jewelry box. My Great Grandma's return-to key chain for their cute little house next to the church on the hill that I vaguely remember visiting.
Phone number 5.... as in they were the fifth phone in town? That can't be it, but I don't know what else it could mean.
I love having this with me every day now. I'm sentimental like that. :)
