Autumn Equinox Fairies

autumn fairy house boos

Well, they were totally delighted by the treasures brought by the Fairies. We played for hours with the silks and wools and animals and fairies. Henry tried to climb into the silk hammock designed for a much lighter stuffed fairy, but other than that, (and the fact that a bike fell over right on his forehead and I caught him standing up, teetering really, on the tiny grand piano in the sun room), we had a great day.

We made New Orleans red beans–vegetarian of course– and they turned out heavenly. I’m going through a hot sauce phase-I can’t get enough. And we baked chocolate chip oatmeal cookies for Opal’s birthday party.

It was actually one of those days when the minutes seem like hours. I thought it must be close to bedtime and it was noon. One of those days.

Opal, the birthday girl turning 3, was feeling fragile. She stayed close to her mother until Annabelle said, “Opal, do you want to take my hand? I’ll keep you safe.” Opal did, and it was a beautiful thing to see them walking hand-in-hand.

They’re amazing, these tiny children. Their personalities and energies are so huge, it’s hard to remember how little they are. But Annabelle reminds me. “Mom, I’m a little kid. And sometimes little kids don’t want to… go to school, wash their hair, get dressed, etc.” I’m amazed at the things she says, especially when I don’t know where she gets it from.

I’m also shaking with weariness from chasing Henry Houdini all day. But even completely exhuasted, there’s nothing I love more than pressing my lips against his soft broad forehead, inhaling his baby scent. And when he puts his little pudgy arms around my neck and lays his head on my shoulder, there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.

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