She is seven years old and every day she goes outside to play.
Like a fairy, she scans the ground for treasures.
What will she find today?
A rock with a silver lining.
The pedal of a pink rose.
The feather of a baby bird.
A leaf from the orange tree.
Blue mermaid glass.
A magical sparkle the size of a tiny seed.
All these items she holds like treasures in her hand.
She cusps these gifts that she will soon give to her mother.
The leaves in the trees wave hello.
She hums a made-up melody and the birds whistle the tune.
The flowers hold hands and land gently on her head.
She skips the last few steps back to her front door.
“Mommy,” she says, finally home. “I’ve found you treasures.”
On the table, the treasures are placed and the mommy and the little girl look with joy at such beautiful, tiny gifts.
Happy Birthday darling daughter of mine.
I love you, Eden.