Some relationships are measured in years, but the bond between a mother and daughter is counted in moments—the kind that linger long after they’re lived. In this intimate dialogue with Julie and Kathleen, we witness how fleeting interactions crystallize into lifelong treasuresd.

Kathleen: Three words that describe my mom well are “Passionate, Supportive, Caring“.

Julie: I would say that Kathleen is “Creative, Optimistic, Determined".

Kathleen: I love my mom's jewelry collection. There's one necklace in particular that she's had for years that I've always admired. It's a yellow gold and diamond pendant that's part of Roberto Coin's Elefantino collection. She wears it on a black chord and I think it's so unique and beautiful. She's let me borrow it before (like on my 22nd birthday) and it really adds something special to every look.

Julie: Kathleen has this one solid gold ring from Mejuri — it's the brand's iconic croissant ring — and I love that it's a forever piece. I think it's so cool that Kathleen enjoys jewelry as much as I do because it's one more thing for us to bond over. Our fashion sense isn't the same, but our taste in jewelry is very similar.

Kathleen: As for something of hers I'd like to throw away, she has these ugly pajamas that our whole family makes fun of. She got them on clearance at Nordstrom (and it's obvious why). They have various types of alcohol all over them — beer bottles, bloody Marys, a handle of vodka, etc. She doesn't even drink! They're so off-brand for her and every time she wears them, I'm just like, "Why do you have these?"

Julie: One thing I would toss from her closet is her pair of Ugg Classic Mini boots. They're in the chestnut color and for some reason I don't like them. Kathleen owns other Ugg styles that I think look fine, but I just don't like the height of this particular boot and the color combo.

Kathleen: If I woke up as my mom one day (Freaky Friday style), the first thing I would do is get some fresh air outside and complete a strength workout to help my mom's body get stronger. Then, I would do my makeup and get all dressed up to have an afternoon of fun in the city — maybe go on a shopping spree. And of course, I would end the day by taking my daughter out to dinner ;)

Julie: If I woke up as Kathleen, I would love to try on clothes in her body. I would run to the mall and have fun picking out outfits because Kathleen always looks good in everything and I could finally see her in things I've always wanted her to wear.

Kathleen: My mom is a great gift giver, which is something she prides herself on. I've received many, many gifts from her over the years, but I would say my favorite is a Fendi purse she gave to me a couple of years ago. She had bought it for herself in the 80's — it was the first big purchase she made as a young working lawyer. It always reminds me of my mom in her badass era and how her taste is timeless. I think of her every time I carry it.

Julie: One year when I visited Kathleen in NYC, she surprised me with a photo shoot in Brooklyn as a gift. The photographer had us throw confetti into the air as a way to let loose and be joyful. She told us that her subjects never fail to smile while tossing confetti. It was out of my comfort zone at first, but we had so much fun, and now we will always have the photos from that day to look back on.

Kathleen: I am so thankful for our close relationship. Not everyone is lucky enough to have such a loving dynamic between themselves and their mom. You inspire me with your unwavering support and unconditional love. I feel very lucky to have you as a mom.

Julie: I am incredibly proud of the mother you are becoming. You relish even the mundane, everyday moments with your son while also working full time. You are an inspiration.

Some connections defy explanation—they simply exist in the way hands find each other without looking, in the unspoken understanding that spans generations. What passes between a mother and daughter isn’t measured in things, but in moments, which are the real heirlooms—not kept in boxes, but in bones. Not worn on fingers, but carried in the quiet way we move through the world, forever shaped by the first hands that held us.