Can I have a Fairy Berry Party? she asked.
I'm sure that can be arranged, I responded.
Would you like to dress up as fairies? I asked.
Of course not, she said. Because I want to invite a boy to my party, too, and everyone knows that boys don't like to dress up as fairies.
{She seemed slightly exasperated at my line of questioning.}
So what would you like to eat at your Fairy Berry Party? I queried.
She looked at me then and ever so patiently responded, Berries.
{I clearly needed to go back to fairy school immediately to sharpen my analytical reasoning skills.}
And so it was.
There was raspberry crumble with whip cream
And fairy cupcakes.
And mixed berry smoothies in the prettiest lavender.
And there was all manner of games. Including a treasure hunt. The treasure was flower pots with seed packets. {Fairies need comfortable places to sleep afterall.}
But mostly there was a little girl who had just turned 10.
She still loved to blow bubbles.
But I couldn't help but think as I watched the bubbles float away that they were just like the years. {After all, it was just yesterday that she was just a tiny girl, wasn't it?}
Yes, bubbles floating fast fast away.