The tiny sock swimming around under my bed covers.
The puzzle piece wedged between the couch cushions.
The red tricycle that lives on the verandah.
The baskets of toys that sit where our boring old grown-up books used to sit.
The tiny forks and spoons in the cutlery drawer.
I observe these signs of Avery’s existence throughout the day when she’s at daycare and they make me so happy. So thankful that we were lucky enough to become parents to this amazing little person. She has fully infiltrated every fiber of our lives, and I love it.
This post is a response to a daily prompt.