The Heart of Stone & Sea

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, the heart is more than jewelry. It is the sea’s offering, transformed by care, carried now against Liv’s chest. A reminder that love, like stone, is something enduring — worn smooth by time, polished by effort, and stronger for every wave it has weathered.