A Little Story About What Matters Most It was a Saturday morning, sun streaming through the workshop window, glinting off a pile of freshly polished silver, and I was just thinking about my nephew, Leo. He’s about to head off to college, a big leap, you know? My sister was fretting, as moms do, about him being out on his own for the first time, away from home, figuring out all those new things. We were chatting about a gift, something meaningful, something that would remind him of home, of us, a little bit of comfort and protection he could carry with him, a little whisper that he’s always lov...