The Little Things That Mean the Most, Eh? You know, it’s funny how the tiniest gestures or the most unassuming keepsakes can hold the grandest stories, isn’t it? I was chatting with my nan the other day, and she was telling me about this little silver locket, no bigger than my thumbnail, that her own mum gave her when she was just a wee lass. It wasn’t flashy, mind you, nothing like a grand statement piece you might see, but it held a snippet of lace from her christening gown. Can you imagine? That locket, worn thin with years of love, spoke volumes more than any diamond necklace ever could, s...
