Find The Magic

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Little me…

Didn’t have stuff growing up…nobody did really…a doo dad here…a trinket there…some toys…some puzzles..

Had a tiny box of treasures…in it lie three sea shells…would sit on the bed and admire them…hold them…caress their ridges…with gentle fingers…

To little me…the sea shell was beautiful…magical…and finding one…in the creek…near a pond…or on a beach…was like…striking gold…

And there we were…this husband and I…surveying the mess they call installing new sewer lines…discover…a shell…and not just one shell…but a bevy of shells…

And not just any old shell…but those once used…to make pearl buttons…and in that instant…that 62 year old heart…felt that little girl zing…

And so it is…in life…feel the joy…the childlike joy…once found in the simple things…eating a popsicle…playing in the sand…wading in Old Man’s Creek…picking up…a beautiful shell…

Find the magic…it’s still there…all you have to do…is look…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…