When I was a little girl going through the covetous phase of life I used to say, "Mind!" to mean "mine".
This stone fills me with such wonder that I am forced to revert and say "Mind".
I reworked the setting a bit and now I cannot imagine my life without it on my finger. No matter how beautiful the stone (and I have some doozies, let me tell you!) it's always something when you find YOURS. The man who works at the crystal store in Sebastopol instructed me to hold the stones in my hand.... this was the one who told me she was meant to always be near.
Just look at that internal sun....
I bet each and every one of you have a stone that makes you breathe out contentedly.
Which kind of stone is your sigh-maker?