Memories in a jewelry box..

Today I was going thru my jewelry box, trying to reorgnize things a bit after one of the girls needed to borrow a pair of earrings the other day. It had been a while since I'd done this and I didn't realize how many rosaries I had. Each one has a special memory, my first rosary, my great-grandmother's rosary, my grandmother's rosary and one of the most special ones was one my father purchased for me in Rome thru the Vatican's religious store. He was told it was blessed by the Pope, while I don't know if that was true or not, it is still special to me. While all of these rosaries are of a different color and design, each one holds a special memory for me.