A picture of your most treasured item This was difficult; I have several things my Dad made I treasure, but if damaged they could be repaired. To me a treasured item is something with deep sentimental value. By that definition I have several items of jewelry that are by no means great monetary value, but their value to me is irreplaceable.
My earrings were given to me by my uncle; they were stones from a ring he once wore but sacrificed because I wanted diamond studs and could not afford them. I wear them every day.
My signet ring I've worn every day since receiving on my 10th birthday from my dad. It's moved from finger to finger over the years, and the inscripted "M" is so worn that you hardly notice it unless the ring catches the light just right.
My wedding band was my mother's wedding band. I began wearing it on my pinkie after her death and wanted to continue; I had the ring redesigned to use as my own.
The small pinkie ring was my mother's-in-law anniversary gift one year that I always admired. Upon my father's-in-law death she gave me the ring; this touched me more than she will ever know. One day I will pass it down to my grandchild.
My maternal grandmother brought the Jerusalem Cross from the Holy Land. When she passed away, my mother wore it occasionally. The day my mom died I put this cross on, and it hasn't been off my neck a total of 24 hours these past 29 years.
Every Christmas I received a gift from my dad that he shopped for and wrapped. He gave me the small diamond pendant for Christmas when I was 21; I've worn it every day since.
Each and every one of these items could be replaced, but the replacement would never mean the same to me.
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