My birthday and my Grandma's birthday were only three days apart. On my sixth birthday, she gave me her baby ring in a small blue box. I wore the ring on special occasions when I was a child, moving the ring from finger to finger as I grew. Even as an adult, my fingers are so dainty that I can still wear it on my left pinky. As genetics would have it, I inherited her birthstone, but I did not inherit her fingers. My Grandma gave me other rings of hers as I got older, but the only one that even came close to fitting my slender fingers has been that first one in the blue box.