“HATS, where do you belong? What is under you?
On the rim of a skyscraper’s forehead I looked down at fifty thousand hats:
Swarming with a noise of bees and sheep, cattle and waterfalls,
Stopping with a silence of sea grass, a silence of prairie corn.
Hats. Tell me your high hopes.
It is time for me to tuck a few little things away. Things I want my family to “find” in years to come. Things that will surprise them. Like this little book. It is a board book. It is only three inches by six inches and has five pages besides the covers. I chose my favorite photographs of Afton and the newly-found hat from a quiet and fun morning. I trimmed them to the size of the pages and glued them on. I glued the red print paper on the opposite sides of the photographs. On the cover I made a teeny, tiny hat and added Afton’s nickname and the year. On the back I added one of my cards. Then, I used my Big Bite and punched two holes in the last page of the book and put a ribbon through the holes. The ribbon ties in the front when the teeny, tiny book isn’t being used and keeps it safe. I sprayed every page with high gloss sealer and tucked it away. My thinking is that I would have loved to run across something like this from my grandmother . . . just loved to.