I sat on the front verandah, watching the night leech the grey out of the sky, turning on a little orange glow that fired up the red in my children's hair. Little heads bent working, legs scurrying from here to there, gathering.
"Mumma, come and see!" came the excited cry. "We decorated the fairy garden!"
I dully lifted myself from my chair and ambled over, wondering why children always need their parents to verify every little thing they do. Look at me, look at me.
"It's beautiful," I said with all my heart.
"It's magical," said Cappers.
"Yes," I agreed, my heart light. "It really is magical."
When did you last experience real magic?