1. Recalling fond memories with my daughter, while searching through our family photos. Snaggle-toothed smiles, chubby cheeks, bad eighties hair, bad eighties clothing and Christmas morning on the staircase.
2. My daughter finds a stack of Beatrix Potter books, "BEATRIX POTTER, A JOURNAL" in the bargain bin while we are visting a bookstore. We both walk away with a copy. Although meant to be a children's book, the journaling and memorabilia make it a treat for the eyes and the soul. Both of my children have Royal Doughton Bunnykins baby plates, cups and bowls from when they were newborns, so Beatrix holds a fond place in our hearts.
3. After dinner, we have a cup of steaming French Press coffee, while Britt orders art supplies, Joe watches the History channel and I read my Beatrix Potter Journal, running my hands over every page, drinking in her amazing talent.
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