A few days ago I turned 5 years old. Fairie years that is. We fairies like to take things slow. I think in human counting it was 25 years old. That’s quite a bit older. I guess. To celebrate, my friends threw me a tea party and it was WONDERFUL!!!
They were so nice and it was so fun. We had tea, and cake, and coconut macaroons, and cucumber and creamcheese sandwiches. And there were boys that got dressed nicely, and girls that were so pretty. It was in a wooded, shady, sun dappled glade with a light breeze through the warm summer day.
Even though we didn’t technically “Go” anywhere, I wanted to talk about my tea party in my travel blog. Because it was AMAZING!! I love my friends. I love that I said “tea party” and they said “yes, absolutely.”
They came to play. They liked the wings and the silly fabrics and the tiny sandwiches. They let me feel like a princess whether I was turning 5 or 25.
When I travel I meet some amazing people, people with strange stories and new perspectives. But it has been a long time since I’ve had good friends to ground me at home. Friends who love me because of my stories, and friends whom I love because of their stories.
So this post is dedicated to all my homies. Who make the return flights worth while.
Thank you, I love you.