believe in fairies and unicorns again

My mother still believes, I swear she does. When I was a child we always had a fairie garden. It was always the one that was shaded and dark, and to small to really get into. We would plant so many different kinds of flower that were made for the darkness and than I would sit and wait. Believing that if I saw one…well i knew my mother would be so proud. She would have believed me and that is all that mattered to me. She still makes the gardens, now they are for my children and her nieces and nephews. What a wonderful, magical time of life. I wish I knew how she embraced it still