Brown paper packages

Dear Heart,
I was making the beds up in Gideon and Tilly's attic room with the rising sun making my cheeks blush pink. I poured most of myself out of the top window and took about a hundred pictures of the sky.
Life's smallest joys often imprint themselves in scents at the end of your nose, and kisses under your fingers. Today was singing on the stairs by myself, brown paper packages (minus the string) and - now - Haribo sweets and supper with the Grinch.
Merry Christmas, dear Heart!
Love, Lydia x