They were mere mortals being transformed before our very eyes… Taking on the likeness of fairies… Weeks had passed with patient anticipation… the special day was coming when they would come together to celebrate… in a truly magnificent way… And that day had finally come. They were almost ready. The excitement was almost too much… we were all four giddy… okay, maybe I was the one most likely to jump up and down, but since I had been invited to attend, I had to play it cool… Laid back and cool. That was me. But it took everything in me because one look at this beautiful face and I was hard pressed to contain the happiness that was bubbling up inside of me. There was a fairy model shoot just prior to the party… And for those few moments, it felt as though time had stood still. It was magical and whimsical… They were stunning, each with her own special features that made her unique… And you would think they would be rotten, because it wouldn’t be fair for such beauty to be combined with sweetness, but oh no… These girls were the real deal. Pure, sweet, gentle… the kind of friends every mother hopes her daughter will find… I was feeling immeasurably blessed as they laughed and chatted in Danish (and ever so thankful that they were patient with me when my own Danish sounded a bit funny.) Everyone was ready. It was time to celebrate with cake and ice cream and a tea party fit for three beautiful fairies… The stage was set, awaiting it’s characters to arrive to bring it’s story to life… The table was drenched in flowers… Set with layers of linens in soft hues… Tea cups and vintage dishes were piled high, all expectant of their lovely guests… No less attention was given to the treat table, which further evoked the other worldly feeling of a magical day spent in the forest… There were woodsy pretzels, birds nests, felt covered rocks and acorns… And a cake that was pulled together at the very last minute rather than cupcakes because apparently a certain Mama has an irreplaceable expectation of her girl having a cake with candles on it for her special day. Butterflies had been hand cut, acorns strung up, and dark chocolate brownies baked… It had all come together just as I had imagined and yet the magic of the day far exceeded even my own expectations. My little Traveling Girl is eleven. Eleven. Happy Birthday, again, to my sweet girl and may every day be filled with the magic and sense of wonder that you always bring to it!