Rock is not her most favorite genre of music, but she LOVES the minerals that nature forms for her collection. My Aunt Eloise had given her a sack of rocks when Jaime was three. I know. That seems like an odd gift, but Jaime truly loved them and would spend hours sorting them by color, size, her favorites, and whatever other grouping she could think of.
After we had moved to West Valley Jaime had gone next door to assist the neighbor with some light chores and came home with a large jar full of rocks – which again she separated into piles. I remember taking several pictures of her enjoying her treasures which she had strewn across the couch. This is the only pic I can find and she's not in it
I did not ask her to pose for this
picture but took it as it triggers fond memories. Her love for rocks may not be exactly the
same. Now she likes to paint them and
hide them. She still treats them as
treasures. She will always love rocks.
