Wednesday, February 4, 2009
A Magical Moment
It was a beautiful sunny morning when they wandered out the back door.
She to her garden, he to tinkering with his toys.
As they exchanged pleasantries about the weather and what-not she leaned over to pull a weed from beneath her beloved roses.
At that very moment the weensiest of bubbles floated in on a breeze and danced about her head.
"Why look at that," he said. "Where do you suppose it came from?" She looked up from her roses with a twinkle in her eye, "It's my Faerie Godmother," she replied.
He knew she spent countless hours dwelling in the realm of dreamland, talking with mystical creatures and visiting friends only known to herself, but it wasn't until that magical moment that he realized how far into the forest she had roamed.