Sometimes I think these things are just waiting for me. When they arrive on the little farm they have made their journey home. They are excited to jump into the car. I feel like Santa on the Island of Misfit Toys. I swoop in and they jump into my bag. I love them again.
Sort of silly, I know.
I'm always so proud that I love this stuff. Is proud the right word?
All of the above.
I really do love them again.
And I know I'm better for it.