The first time I saw how meaningful a few grains of sand or a single pebble could be was when I was about 10 years old in the prime of the little league career and my mom convinced a tour guide at the original Yankee Stadium to let her steal a handful of clay from the pitcher’s mound. After which, she proceeded to sprinkle that clay into bat bag, and I swear that whole summer I thought was a New York Yankee.

Fast forward ten years, I have little to no money in college and in need of getting my first serious girlfriend a present for our first Valentine’s Day together. So, with the little money I had, I got her a small glass vial from Michaels and told her to put the world in it. She has done just that. She’s lived in more three different countries, traveled to more than 30, and has picked up a little piece from everywhere she has gone. Fortunately, she hasn’t dumped me yet, so I’ve been lucky enough to join her for most of her adventures around world. And, here we are today with our own little business trying to take the on the world.