There is some concern around my family that I may have lost my mind.
On a recent family camping trip, we were hiking and when we took a break for lunch, my family’s concern began. Because as the mini-ions climbed over rocks, I was in front of a tree building a fairy house.
Yes, yes, I know, there is room for improvement. These are the first two houses I’ve built. But it has been fun and a little magical. I’ve gotten involved in this because the play area we’re building at my church will have a fairy garden and I’ve needed to explore the elements of it. But also, I think it is cool to leave little fairy homes in random places for the people after me, to discover. To me, it is like leaving a little magic behind.
I have Mini-ion #1 interested as well. We keep a pile of twigs on on our front porch for him to construct buildings. On our camping trip, I wasn’t the only one squatting in front of a tree. While none of his buildings have allowed for more than an ant sized fairy, I know that he is learning and discovering.
During a recent fairy house construction I noticed Dear Husband observing me. My architect husband, watching what I’m doing, in that superior kind of way that says he could do a way better job. Maybe I’m imagining the tone, but I did invite him to join me. It would seem to me that he could put his skills and years of schooling to some beautiful magic. He refused.
If we all clapped and said, “I believe “, maybe he would join. But in the meantime, I’m going to keep leaving behind little magical gatherings of sticks.