Rachel here. While in Iowa last week, my Gma was adamant that we take what we wanted. She apparently made a list of things she wanted to make sure people got (I got a BEAUTIFUL sapphire/diamond ring), but my uncle said she should just give it to us in person while we're there. While I absolutely love my ring, I wanted something that really meant something to me. When my Gpa passed, I took a book I used to read when I was a little girl... this time... the cookie jar. To be perfectly honest I was surprised no one else voiced that they wanted it. I mean yeah... it's a homely little thing, but it was ALWAYS filled with cookies every time we visited. It's chipped all to hell, but it makes me smile. It's home will be in a box in storage while we're selling/building our house, but once we're in our new home... it'll find a quaint little spot on our counter top. Perhaps it'll even make me want to bake. ;)
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