the number of pretty Eastern Bluebirds that perch on my birdhouse occasionally. Each time I see them, my breath catches at the delicate wonder of them. Perfect hues.
the number of flower-crowned princesses I found playing.
how many dolls are carefully arranged on bed each morning.
the chubby thighs, legs, feet on this doll.
the boys and the girls gathered by fire. School mornings are slow when the fire is warm!
the number of little girls playing on the floor while Mama rested on the couch during last week’s virus.