For Zoë's 13th birthday, I gave her a locket. It was silver and shaped like a heart with a 'Z' on the front.
When she unwrapped it, I heard her gasp.
"Francis, this is – this is so beautiful." Was all she managed to say.
"I left it empty so you could put in a picture of whatever you wanted." I said.
She immediately ran off and came back a moment later with a picture of the two of us in her hand. She trimmed it to fit and put it in the necklace.
As she put it on she said, "Thank you, Francis. I'll never take this off." And she never did.