I love watching a magic show…I love to be surprised…I love how the magic happens…right before my eyes.
The secrets inherent in the magic…I don’t care to know…I prefer to be amazed…to sit back and enjoy the show.
When I looked at a recent photo of Deborah, me and our grandchildren…I thought…when did they grow up…when did they get so tall…I remember a time, not so long ago, when we could pick them up…when all of them were small.
A time when we’d read them Fairy Tales…I can still hear their voices…their joy…their laughter…a time when we’d watch them sleep and hope their dreams were filled with happily ever after.
But now, as I gaze upon this photograph, I can’t help but be surprised…it seems, like magic, our four grandchildren…have grown up before our eyes.
And I wonder if they still believe in bears that talk…and trees that dance…and wizards who can fly…how a kiss can turn a frog into a prince… and that there are castles in the sky.
How life can be a Fairy Tale…and how happy endings do come true…as I hold this photo in my hand…I sure hope they do.
And I hope when they look at this photograph…and realize how…right before their eyes…they all grew…they are as amazed as we are…and that they believe in magic too.
And for Deborah and me…the best part of this magic show was not only being there to watch them grow…it was how every now and then…(the proof is in this photo)…we got to be part of the show.
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