
On Friday, little brother spontaneously made a treasure hunt for me.
I think it was because we were having a rough go. He was home with a bad cold, and I was home with him, trying to work, without seeming like I was working. But he knew it, and was having none of it. And I was crabby. He was in button-pushing mode, and I was one giant button. Then all of a sudden it shifted. And there he was, with pen and paper, carefully drawing while trying to hide his work from me. Delighted and sparkling.
The treasure hunt took me all through the house and yard, ending in a crevice in one of the apple trees, where he had hidden an easter egg, an easter card, and an apple. Treasure.
And big brother has been learning Morse code. And creating secret scrambled word puzzles. And leaving them for me to figure out. The first one I cracked said "Hi Daddy". It took me a good 10 minutes to figure it out, between the scramble & code combo. Big brother was very proud of me.




And then there's this little magic clue below, placed on the edge of the bath tub by some fast moving elf that I could only glimpse.


I've decided that it means that I'm being invited on some marvelous adventure that may involve a giant sailboat.
It could also mean that someone loves me in a lovely, colorful, handmade sort of way.
And that magic really is afoot in my life. (Which it is.)