Full

It doesn't happen on a birthday or at a wedding. It happens on a Sunday, halfway through clearing the table, with the house too loud and someone asking where the good scissors are. You stop for a second. You look round. And it's all there. All of it. More than you'd have dared ask for, back when you were asking.

This ring is a row of beaded circles running round your finger, and every single one has something at its centre — a small cluster, set like a seal. None of them is empty. That's the whole story.

Wear Full for the family that fills the house. For the friendships you'd have to write down to count. For the work that meant something and the years that added up. For every time you caught yourself, unprompted, thinking: I have enough. I have more than enough.

Stack it with the rest — this is the ring for when the stack is already complete.