Some gifts aren’t bought, they’re found. This heart began as a stone half-buried in the sand, washed smooth by tides and time. On an ordinary beach walk, it caught the eye — a pale piece of quartz, shaped already by the sea into something almost whole. Carved and polished by hand, the stone slowly became what it had always hinted at being: a heart. Its veins of gold and white gleamed brighter with each pass of the cloth, each hour of quiet work. What began as something pulled from the earth became a symbol, shaped not only by waves but by love. Wrapped in silver and hung from a chain,…