Sometimes life rocks

I have so many rocks from so many places I have never been because they were given to me by my offspring. Not just as children, they still do it...

Older kiddo brought me rocks from the beach in Spain when he was there on a layover while in the military. He also brought me rocks from Bahrain, which is where he was stationed. I have rocks in jars from when they were young.

I even have a rock on my desk at work that has a heart on it that was naturally put there. My kiddo found it that way and brought it to me. It has since been given a name that is written on the sticky note on which it sits.

Today younger kiddo brought me a new rock!