Welcome to the third installment in my “Happiness in the Little Things” series of posts. This one is a little less serious and a little more fun, a light-hearted walk through the life of a child. More exactly, the sweetness in the remnants of their play. Or, in less poetic terms, the untidy outcome of their play.
Hillary’s letter to me says,
Mathrr’s love spreds eveyware, mathrs love is always spreds.
She loves me and Bryce and Maris, she loves evrydoby in the wold.
I love you and you lov me. She loves or whole famliy.
If you are new to my “Happiness in the Little Things” posts, here are a couple of others.