I believe that all of those unfinished thoughts in our thirties come back to us in our eighties but, unfortunately, sound like gibberish then. I believe there is always someone having a worse day than me. I believe in fairies; they move my keys and steal socks but they also put extra change in my pocket and fluff my pillows in the middle of the night. I believe in karma and being nice gets you nice things. I believe in bringing back the elbow length glove, especially in children’s winter wear, so that it never comes untucked from the sleeve of the coat. I believe the best friend are those who you can pick up with right were you left off, no longer how long it’s been. I believe in reading to supplement our sometimes quite ordinary lives and to quiet otherwise busy ones. I believe in not ever feeling guilty about saying no. I believe those who can and do sew and knit are miracle workers. I believe squirrels and Jays have just as much right to the bird feeder. I believe in buying Girl Scout cookies no matter what kind of diet you’re on. I believe in keeping my friends close and letting them help me keep the enemies at bay. I believe doing laundry is therapeutic. I believe there is no saying no to a request to snuggle. I believe toenails should be painted, even in the winter. I believe shopping is an art form. I believe in being blunt but tactful. I believe in ice in my drinks. I believe vanity plates make driving fun. I believe there is an upside to everything. And I believe three-year-old Carson when he tells me the salt-and-pepper truck just went by.