Tuesday Treasures - Ring

Picture this, a gaudy little plastic ring, the kind that promises eternal sparkle for a single quarter from a dusty bubble gum machine. In 2012, grandson #3—back when he was all chubby cheeks and gap-toothed grins—plunked down his hard-earned coin and emerged victorious. "For you, Grandma!" he declared, thrusting it toward me like it was the Hope Diamond. I was supposed to be the wise one, but there I was, slipping it onto my pinky finger, feeling like the richest woman alive.  

Thirteen years later, that same ring still rattles around in my jewelry box, nestled among the "real" gems—a little less sparkly but triumphant. It's a reminder that the treasures worth keeping aren't measured in carats, but in the pure, unfiltered love of a kid who thinks you deserve the world. 

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