Last week, the universe, with much help from Michelle, provided me with some empirical proof of that fact. On my front stoop, no bigger than a shoe box, and with my name scrawled across the front in blue marker, sat the most perfect surprise I could have ever hoped for.
Packed tightly into one little parcel were at least three 'outfits' worth of clothing, trinkets, and homemade insignia designed by Toronto's most creative little mind.
She knows just my taste, just my size, and just how to make me beam from ear to ear. All week long.
Although I'd love to showcase everything, I don't have the time – so here is just one of the many sparkling treasures that "ma belle" sent.