Sometimes things just catch my eye and I define them as pretty. This afternoon the sun was setting and I walked by my kitchen table and smiled. Nothing much is on there...white table cloth, vintage embroidered table runner, plate with yummy strawberry butter cream candle burning and an old wire basket with the stuffed heart I made for myself. But for whatever reason....my eyes see pretty and that makes me smile.
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My lovely Daughter,the smallest of things make you happy. I hope you are always the way you are.
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