I have a heart-shaped rock collection. It started when Brian and I were engaged. We were a continent and half an ocean apart when I received a package of wood roses from him one summer afternoon. Tucked inside that box was a tiny heart-shaped rock. (He doesn't recollect putting it in there, but I know it must have been fate.) I had found it and a tradition was born.
My collection has grown over the years--gathered with help from children mostly. Perhaps one of my very favorites was found just last week on our family hike.
I think it is practically perfect. It's been added to the grouping we keep in the back yard amongst the ivy.
Smaller versions are kept inside in my grown-up treasure box.
The top one in this set is one of my favorites. I think I found it at Myrtle Beach. The last tiny one was discovered at Carnelian Bay in Lake Tahoe. I suspect it is the real deal--the semi-precious gem, carnelian.
I hope I never get too old to have a fondness for simple, beautiful things.