I walked by Amelie’s room last night, and stopped in my tracks.
It was late, I was physically smoked, my eyes heavy squinting and tired, so not seeing fully, I swear for a second I thought I saw a fairy.
it’s not a great photo, and does not accurately capture the image I saw from 10 feet away. But I’ve had her Tinker Bell music box right next to that pink salt lamp for months, and not once did it line up perfectly like that. I’m sure it got moved during a cleaning or something, but it stopped me in my tracks. Sometimes I feel her in there, as if she’s running around leaving her little mark on her lovely little toys, reminding me, “I’m here mommy!“