Ten things that make me happy by existing.

[cadhla]

Yesterday's glee over my new My Little Pony purse caused me to stop and contemplate physical belongings -- what I have, what I've acquired on purpose, what's been given to me -- and realize that sometimes, what gives me joy is entirely out of proportion with how much effort went into obtaining it. These are ten things that make me happy by

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[kyrielle]

The aerial photo of the house I largely grew up in, when several beloved trees (since removed for various reasons) were still there. I can still imagine that, somewhere inside the house in that photo, there is a little girl playing, and her mother is doing something about the house. (It's not perfect: Dad's car is gone, so I can't imagine him there. But I think he would have been at work, and that's not such a bad thing either, because that was a day when he'd be home again at the end.)

The now very battered and bedraggled teddy bear that I've had since I was young - I can't even remember when I got it. For that matter, my stuffed rabbit and smurf from when I was little. The smurf, my parents bought 'cause I begged; the stuffed rabbit was a gift from one of Mom's friends, whose name was Pat or Pam and otherwise eludes me entirely. He was soft, fluffy, shiny, and cute...until I slept with him enough to completely flatten his fur. He's still precious.

The necklace I wear whenever I leave the house, which was a gift to me from my grandma.

...hmmm, I sense a theme here. :)