I have often said that Sarah lives 90% of her life in her imagination. She only ever has one foot in this world, and the other firmly planted in a castle or in the Banks's house from Mary Poppins or who knows where else.
She is always singing or talking to whichever imaginary characters are passing through her play. Anything that is remotely vertically-shaped becomes a person: pencils, chapsticks, spoons; she rarely colors, but instead stands up the crayons so they can talk to one another. She carries around unsharpened pencils as people.
Often she tells me she's the "mom" (and that unfortunately I'm the "grandma.")
She fills purses with necessary accessories and strings beads around her neck and clomps around in heeled dress up shoes.
Sarah is connected with the spirit in every thing that we adults just pass by. She befriends animals and pats flowers and talks to trees.
I know that someday she will come down out of fantasy and have to surrender to reality. But until then I will enjoy watching her imagination unfold.
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