diamonds and fancy cars don’t make a life we remember. it’s the quiet picnics in the orchard, the sudden yellow of a dandelion bursting through a crack in the sidewalk, and warm sand between your toes at the beach. it’s a small child grabbing your hand, the ecstasy of puppy tails welcoming you home. these are our everyday treasures, what we take with us as we drift into slumber and what welcomes us back to each new day. 