My days are now filled with little treasures. A special drawing, a tight hug out of the blue, little squeezes while miniture fingers grasp my hand. Tiny collections, found by tiny collectors, stashed in corners and pockets. A tattered leaf lost & forgotten after being scooped up earlier in the day, being named the prettiest leaf -ever. Little smiles that flutter across faces like butterflies. Tiny pieces of a big picture. The picture of, us.
