the cookie that lived...
It is the time of year when ghosts roam the streets and demand to be fed with candy or they would scare us to death, when elves get busy making sweets and building toys for good children everywhere from their north pole workshop and when an a jolly old man in a red suit is waking up and getting ready to saddle his reindeer and to ride his carriage in the skies of the planet delivering gifts and fulfilling the lists of little children, the time when cookie people are not all just cookies. Some of these cookies will escape and go to cookie land before they get colored silly and eaten.
I love these fantastical stories we grow up with but is it any wonder our children think twice before blindly believing everything we say?
a cookie offering for a fairy
To believe in fairies
To imagine what their tiny wings look like
To dream about seeing them one day
To struggle with patience
To make them offerings
To promise to be kind
To be respectful of nature and its helpers
To have a mind sparkling with the wonder of mysteries unsolved
Is the charmed and magical world of a child
She put her alarm on for 12 midnight to wake up and start cooking my mother’s day breakfast which I luckily caught and turned off not to wake her. She went in the early morning to pick flowers that she then filled a bowl with, placed on a tray that she decorated with leaves, coffee and a pancake and brought to me with a morning kiss. Later I received this heart that she inscribed with sugar glaze. Yes, it was a very good and special day and mostly because of her, a very good day to be a mom.
Happy Mother’s day to all the lovely mothers of this world!