I've always been envious of those people who have things that have been in their family forever. Regardless of whether it's a quilt, a cabin, a grandmother's engagement ring, a silver spoon, a doll; anything that has the history of being passed down for generations makes me jealous. I don't own anything physical from my ancestors. Not to downplay wisdom and good looks, I long for a tangible connection to my family roots.
Just today it occurred to me that I can create a family heirloom. It seems like a novel idea in an age of disposable cell phones, but it's still possible. I still have my beloved Mousie, a stuffed animal I've had since I was a year old. I could save that for my future child or one of my baby cousins to enjoy.