Ring A Ring A Rosie

I finally got my grandmother Rosie's ring resized :) When my mum handed it to me, she warned me to be careful with it since it was much too big for my fingers. So every time I put the ring on, I'd hear her chiding me. Now it fits me perfectly and when I put it on, I like to imagine my mum's voice going "good girl" hehe :)

I've loved this ring since I was little. I'd play with it on my grandmother's finger, and she'd tell me one time she was on a beach and happened to catch sight of something shiny in the sand. She picked it up and saw that it was a diamond... looked at her own ring and realised it was her own diamond that had fallen out. I always thought this ring was magical. I might be right.

The fact that she wanted me to have it makes me feel so loved, and that maybe she knew me better than I thought. I wear it with pride and I can't help but smile every time I look at it.

Anyone else wear something left to you by a loved one?