I’m trying to get our bedroom cleaned and organized now that W has fully moved into his own room. As I was cleaning out a drawer, I found these: my grandmother’s pearls, earrings and watch. It was almost like a little time capsule… as I opened it I could immediately smell her perfume and for one second I was transported back to my childhood. That familiar scent made me feel like I was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, watching her get ready. I’m so grateful to have these… these mean more to me than diamonds or jewels. Like Anne of Green Gables, I’m content with my string of…