“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.” (Anne of Avonlea)
My faithful helper.
Going through a “picnic lunch” phase.
Trying to be just like her big sister: reading a book while eating lunch. Too bad her books are just a bit larger…
Telling some stories.
It’s always more fun to play under a table.
What makes an ordinary day the best kind of day for you?