While cleaning out the attic playroom, these toys were hauled down to the porch to be donated.
They've been there since last night, but walking up to the house this morning I caught my breath.
There was a brief period of time, in my children's toddlerhood's, that this is where these items lived. Many hours were spent on this porch in rest and play. " Just like mommy" and "I be this and you be you." I sipped untold gallons of invisible, pretend tea from tiny plastic tea cups right here.
And then I blinked. Then they grew. And now we've come full circle.
Back to the porch with you old toys.
Just for a moment could we "just pretend" again?