I’m a country girl.

Real is the dirt field my farmer plows.

Real is the paper and ink love letters we wrote to each other.

Real is the peanut butter on my children’s faces.

Real is the dark yellow yolks of the eggs our chickens lay.

But I’m a girl of the twenty-first century.

Real is the smiles from pictures we can email to grandparents hundreds of miles away.

Real is phone calls from Twitter friends in the middle of dinner.

Real is loving someone you’ve emailed but never met in person.

Real is truth, no matter if it’s pen and paper or colors on the screen.

Velveteen Rabbit Real doesn’t limit itself to touch and feel.  Velveteen Rabbit Real is about love.

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

The Velveteen Rabbit or “How Toys Become Real” by Margery Williams

Five-Minute Friday: Real

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  1. As a country girl, I feel you! There are so many real things that we can miss! The velveteen rabbit is my favorite for realizing what truly is real – Great post!