“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
If I awoke from that first baby’s laugh to find myself flitting about with little flickering wings and a glimmer of pixie dust, I’d skim across the lakes with pointed toes and sleep on petals of a yellow rose. I’d bathe in the light of the setting sun and paint with the earths vibrant hues. I’d dance under the glow of the moon and sing sweet songs carried on the back of the winds. I’d whisper happy thoughts into the ears of the world’s little dreamers and give their wishes flight.
And when I was feeling a little impish, I’d sneak along in shadows with a mischievous little twinkle in my eye… Oh, yes, I do believe in fairies!