I spy my favorite thing.

No, I don’t see it just yet.

I always seem to lose it or it morphs into something else.

Lost among the lids of my best tea set or in between the chocolate chips at the ice cream shop.

Sometimes large enough to decorate castle walls and other times microscopically cute.

Hidden by the color of life like grandma’s jar of buttons.

It is difficult to know what you will end up with until the very end.

So I will happily keep playing the game.

Until I can say “I spy my favorite thing”.