Starshine

I believe there is something extremely lovely about being called “starshine.”  This morning I pulled it out of some forgotten memory and bestowed it upon my 3 year old niece.  She lit up.  It was like magic.  There was no more morning grumpiness, no whining, not a thing.  It even made me happy.  The word is playful and endearing all at once.  It may also activate super powers within the bestowed.  Give it a whirl; you just might like it.