My Obsession with Rocks

 I've written before about my heart rock collection.  Sam gave me my first one, he found it while walking home from school.  I know which one it is, it's smooth and a nice worry rock.  My heart rocks are mostly from my guys, Hubby included.  My nieces and nephews bring them to me also.  Hana found a big one once and had to settle for a picture for me of her holding it, the hike would have been too hard with the rock.
If one of my guys gives a girl a heart rock, it's serious stuff.

 I have jars of heart rocks, I have them in my night stand, I have them on window sills and I have them in my gardens.  Each one is special because it means that someone thought of me.

I didn't catalog them however; I know which one Danny brought back from United Arab Emirates and I know which ones Sam brought back from Kuwait and Iraq.  When the guys are a world away and thinking of me my heart is full.  I know which one my niece Katie gave me because is matches her gorgeous red hair.

 My sister Jodi has been staying at  Birch Bay and we had fun painting rocks.  On Saturday, Shelly and I went out to the Bay for the day and Jodi gave me the painted heart rock.  Isn't it cute?

 Then we went for a walk on the beach.  Shelly found and gave me the orange rock the left.  She loves orange so I'll remember it's from Shelly.  We walked along and she pointed out the one on the right.

"Ooooh, Tam. there's a heart rock!  A good one."

"Oh, that is a good one!"

"Aren't you going to pick it up?"

"Uhhh, no, I can't."

"Are you hurt?"

"Nope, I don't collect heart rocks."

Jodi and Shelly are looking at me like I'm crazy.

"Sometimes I see great heart rocks and I step over them and keep on going."

"What? Why? Huh?"

"I only have heart rocks that other people have given me.  It gives them meaning."

"Sheesh, we'll give it to you."

"Oooh thanks ladies, I love you too."
"Could you please pick it up and give it to me?"

Sometimes I pick up egg shaped rocks. I love to stack rocks at the beach.  I live in a stone house.  Some of my favorite Bible verses are about God being my rock and salvation.

It's a good thing that the beaches in Washington are rocky.  

Sandy beaches aren't all they're cracked up to be.  

My sister, Kathi told me once that she can see me in a rest home someday with a small basket of smooth heart stones on my lap, touching them and remembering all the love I've been given.

It's true. I'm blessed.  By rocks and love, which are the same thing for me.