Pearls

When I went to Hawaii as a little girl I really loved getting a pearl. I thought it was so neat to be able to pick out an oyster and get the pearl inside. Since I treasured this memory so much I wanted to create a new memory with Ava.

Ava and I each picked an oyster. First, Ava picked hers and then I got mine. The lady at the store hinted to us the more beat up oysters usually have better pearls in them. We appreciated her hint because Ava got two black pearls from her oyster and I got a gold one.