Touchstone

My touchstone. A gift from my husband on our anniversary this year. Well, when I say that, I said to him, “can I have this?” and he took it from me and paid for it. It still makes me think of him.

Carved from marble, it’s cool to the touch and warms up in my hand. The cupid’s bow at the top of the heart fits my finger while my thumb strokes its smooth surface.