On Friday we made pink cupcakes. She had to wear the dress her Nanny made for her because the cupcakes were special.
On Saturday, she wore the same dress, with wings. Their careworn appearance called to mind the poem I included in a thank-you card to her heart surgeons:
"A little weeping Fairy found
A patch of moonlight on the ground.
She knew it was the very thing
To mend the hole torn in her wing
She dried her eyes, picked up the patch,
And sewed it on - a splendid match".
This fairy princess sports a shiner sustained when her brother tipped the rocking chair over. I think it gives her an air of devil-may-care.
Then she decided she didn't want wings,
and in the next moment felt some spontaneous horse-love.
Tea cup in hand, she watched my face as I carried her cupcakes to her and I can say that that was the moment that I will cherish most.
I do hope her wish comes true.