Sometimes things happen so perfectly you wonder whether maybe if there is a little magic in the world.
The Bombshell and I were home alone.
A reminder on my mobile phone buzzed. I had it randomly set to a small chime. I heard it but didn’t acknowledge it: it was a reminder to me to get the spring decorations ready for the fairy garden. I wasn’t going to ruin the surprise for the Bombshell who was colouring at the table.
Her head popped up.
‘Mum, did you hear that?’ she asked.
‘Hear what,’ I asked innocently.
She turned to me, eyes wide.
‘I think a fairy just talked in my ear,’ she said conspiratorially.
‘I didn’t hear anything,’ I said.
‘It WAS! A fairy just spoke to me, it sounded like bells,’ she said sighing.
‘I wonder what she said?’ I asked.
She bounded up from her chair. ‘I think she wants me to look at the Fairy Garden,’ she said.
My heart sank a little, the Fairy Garden was a bit of a mess. The ribbons and garlands we had hung a few months ago were bedraggled and broken. I had new ones to put out tomorrow, but today it was a bit sad.
The Bombshell stood in front of the window, staring at the Fairy Garden.
‘Mum,’ she whispered in a low voice. ‘You have to see this. It definitely was a message from the fairies.’
I stood behind her, and sitting on top of the Fairy ‘bedroom’ was a little bird.
Picture perfect, a message from the fairies.
It made me believe in magic.