Flying Fairies and Fawning Fathers...

There are mornings when I wake and wonder just how I'll manage.  I'm stiff and sore.  I've been completely dismantled at times by the notion of trying to give my family what I'd like to give them, all while falling apart physically.  It really has been that dramatic.  I've never been in a place like this before in my life.  Still, there are mornings where I am woken by a fairy, wings and all, that feel like something magical has drifted in through the open window, and I'm certain that I can get out of bed, regardless the discomfort and pain, just because she so desperately wants me to.  Fairies will do that to you.

Right now she's more often a fairy than Zoey, but that's okay, both are pretty beautiful, and both wake me with the widest of smiles.  It strikes me that there was a time when I wasn't woken by fairies and I'm not sure how I ever managed those mornings.