Drunk on sunshine and kisses

I want to be bold. To be beautiful. To be a part of something more than just myself.

Today is my daughter’s birthday. And every year, all 8 of them, we’ve held the tradition of celebrating it in a  kind of unusual way. Being that her birthday is summer solstice (first day of summer, pagan holiday of sorts & longest day of the year) and that my favorite play is a Midsummer Night’s Dream by Shakespeare, we have ourselves a little tradition with the fairies. Every Midsummer night my three kids and I walk down to the creek by our house, candles in hand, sit on the bank and tell stories about what mischief the fairies will be getting into tonight.

It’s not anything big or grand, but it’s ours. And my daughter…she loves it that her day is just so special. She looks forward to it every year. She dances with anticipation of the candle light and fairy tales soon to come.

And that, that to me is both bold and beautiful.

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Things run their course..always

If you have to work so hard at believing, the magic was never really there.

And I believe that, wholeheartedly. Following it, though, when every part of you wants it to be true so bad, knowing full well it only prolongs the pain and disappointment that’s sure to follow, is a whole nother thing. And one that I am constantly trying to work on. 

I mean, surely, there’s something to be said for self-correction. Right?