I was picking up toys in Lillian’s room and came across this.
A princess in an air balloon with a frog and lizard, positioned just so in the midst of her well-appointed menagerie.
Lillian lives in a remarkable place.
Her feet may be on the ground, but her imagination takes her far, far away.
Case in point: A few weeks back, I heard her playing and say she needed to take her princess on her noodlecorn (unicorn) to the woods to escape the Drooling Giant (Baby Clifford). Once she made it to her safe haven, behind the couch I heard her say, “Help me Obi Won Kenobi.”
She loves little toys. The greater choking hazard, apparently the better. I love when I open a lower cabinet and find her Littlest Petshop toys positioned in a private conversational circle. Or balanced just so on the base of a lamp or top of a heat vent.
Those little surprises make me yearn for those moments myself. The freedom to let my mind take me somewhere. Sometimes anywhere but where my feet may actually be. Just to escape. But come back, of course. Moments like that make me grateful for prayer … and the promises of one day living forever in another remarkable place.
Until then, I need to go dress my darling girl in her princess-the-pencil clothes. (Aka Princess Rapunzel).