A Little Chat About Small Wonders and Big Heartfelt Gestures You know, there are some days when a little spark of an idea just floats into your head, like a dandelion seed on the breeze, and you just know it's going to grow into something rather special. I had one of those moments quite recently, watching the afternoon sun dapple through the kitchen window, casting all sorts of dancing shadows across the floor. My grandmother, bless her cotton socks, always had a knack for finding beauty in the everyday, often pointing out how even a simple pebble held a story. She believed in little tokens of...
