Dear world—you’ve really gone and done it this time.
Just look at all the sun-drenched wonder you’ve strung about my life today; I mean, really.
What is it that you do to me? How is it that you fill my heart with so much glitter and starlight?
And you don’t even seem to try.
Darling, darling days, like these.
What a gift this day was for the little boy who swung, and slid and jumped.
For the toddler girl who ran and ran and ran, like the cutesie bubble of dynamite she is.
For the Dad who sipped coffee like liquid gold, and lifted his face to the warmth of the sun.
What a gift it was for me, too.
And probably for the fairies. (Don’t tell me you don’t believe in fairies, now.)
Autumn does this to me, you know.
Takes my heart in her hand and rings it like a hand-bell.
Shakes me up in a cup of her magic dust—cut from the moon and the sun and the stars…
And more leaves.
Who knows what that magic is, dear world. I bet you don’t even know, yourself.
But it’s just so beautiful.
Like a breeze that fills the air with the song of the birds.
Never did I think they could be so sweet, but here we are, once again.
A day so darling and bright.
A day to fill this heart of mine to overflowing.
It really has been that darling.
And…maybe a little random, too.