While I was putting away the dishes from our tea party yesterday, I was thinking about where my treasure is. The tiny teacups and saucers belonged to my great-grandmother, the plates we put our food on came from my dad's mother, the dish that the cheese crackers were in was a wedding gift to my mother, and the serving dish was some of my china. I really enjoy having those things and it gave me a little thrill to set the table with them and share them with the grandgirls. The dishes themselves are probably almost worthless if I listed them on Ebay. They are treasures to me, though, because of people I think of when I use them.
They aren't my greatest treasure, though. Not by a long shot.
"Bella, let Minnie put on your lipstick and then do your lips this way."