Pockets! I really like pockets! They are frequently full of treasures...chapstick...candy...money... :D happy things.
When we were little we probably got caught with even cooler treasures. I vividly remember getting in trouble for the Roly Polys hidden (ie. dying) in my pockets. Its stereotypical for boys to carry around frogs and lizards in their pockets (think Little Rascals). A penny in a pocket felt like a million dollars. A note from a friend, pretty rocks, maybe an arrowhead or two (maybe more like rocks we thought were arrowheads), little things that made us all smile and be happy.
Today, life is more complex, but the pockets full of treasures are still remembered and still make us happy. Can you imagine how awesome life would be if we could still keep our treasures in our pockets, a constant reminder of the things that make us happy? A close friend hidden deep in the back pocket, my husband in my front pocket, a puppy in one and sunshine in the other. The things that make me happy may be a little bigger now, or maybe I just need bigger pockets.
