You play your 30 or so bows and barrettes spread across the dining room table as if they are characters in a small world all their own.
You line up ribbons on the floor and make up a story about what they're doing.
I rearrange my furniture and pictures and find a way to make our toy box look like the window bench seat I've been dreaming about, giving our house a fresh and new look.
You rearrange a collection of shells your grandparents brought you back from the beach.
We sit on the front porch upon a furry white blanket playing with Skittles: "Guess what color is in my hand and you get to eat it!"
Treasures and joy are everywhere if you are looking.
Dear Sadie.
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