“How far and wide the fairies fly/ On bright and golden wings/ But when they settle down to sleep/ A gentle song they sing.”

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I am an aunt…not just to four kids, but four magical little fairy children who grace this world and make it a place of further awe and wonder. They are the pride of their parents and a blessing to any path where their little feet tread. In the early summer, as the heat intensified, I got to play their little fairy games along with them. Anna in one arm and Abby in the other, five year old Nicholas ran after us and poor baby Josh watched on in bewilderment, our screams and laughter lost in the afternoon breezes. We hid in thinly veiled bushes of greenery, in the cool garage by Grandpa’s landscaping equipment, and were shoved into jail every once and a while by our cruel young capture. As the little girls clung to me, their soft cheeks flushed with excitement, and Nicky told me at games end, “I love you Auntie Susanna”, his arms encircling me tightly, I basked in the glow of their affections. Then they ran off again to spin the threads of youth and as I sat in the soft grass, rather weary, with Josh close by babbling contentedly, I was thankful that God had given me wings that day, if only for a while, to play as the fairies do and receive a glimpse of heaven. “Fairies gleaming/ Sunlight streaming/ Brightly through their hair/ Faces glowing/ Gently blowing/ Sparkles in the air/ Gaily dancing/ Weightless prancing/ Tiny feet so bare/ Softly flitting/ Lightly sitting/ All without a care.”