One quiet morning, before my kids woke up, I found myself captivated by the shine of used aluminum capsules on the counter. Their stamped textures stirred a memory of my grandfather’s lunch box—a simple object that carried so much of his character. He was a collector of everyday treasures: stamps from holiday greeting cards, Dole stickers from his lunch-time bananas. To me, these small acts were his way of acknowledging a good life, savoring the ordinary moments. That quiet appreciation became the seed of this work—a reflection on gratitude, memory, and the beauty found in simple things.