My daughter's bed

As I was smoothing Coralie's covers on her bed after her nap, my hand ran over a hard lump. I fished out the object and saw that it was a tiny wooden figurine, of the sort that goes in a dollhouse.

I smiled, thinking of all the things I have fished out of her bed:
Dolls
Books
Matchbox cars
Toy irons
Keyboards
Little Tike laptops
Socks
Hair bands
Kids' National Geographic magazines
Barrettes
Band aids
Slippers
Bracelets
Purses

Then I thought of more important things that I have found in Coralie's bed:

Hugs

Kisses

Songs

Prayers

And finally, I thought of the most important things I have found while lying in her bed:

Contentment

Identity

Peace

Love

I see her bed, touch her bed umpteen times a day. It is a special haven, for her because it gives her a place to rest, and for me because it means I have a daughter.