Happy Child

Don’t you just marvel at how the most mundane of things suddenly turn into something exquisite, magical even? How something you never knew you wanted becomes an integral, irremovable part of who you are? As though it is all you ever truly needed in order to live, in order to feel alive, in order to know and feel and see and be? I guess life works out that way sometimes.

 To the little things that bring out the happy child in us all. 

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