St. Patrick's Day Ring.

I've just shuffled breathlessly through my jewelry box looking for the ring I've worn St. Patrick's Day week since I was a sophomore in high school. Forty one years, if you're counting. Oh my. I found it, but not without a mini- time trip through green high school class ring and poor little wedding ring and Grandma Ethel's pin and Nana's bracelet and earrings that kept falling off my ears while I was giving an important presentation at the University of Nevada in Las Vegas. Good Giving Pandora of memories, the jewelry box. My father's cuff links! Little bronze baby shoes, because that's what he did for a living. Generations of stories to be told and remembered. That's the most valuable thing in my jewelry box. Noticing that was good luck already from my peeled enamel shamrock St. Patrick's Day ring.