I've been hanging out quite a lot with a magic man. Did I know he was magic when I met him? No. Not then.
But somewhere after the third or fourth date I suspected. After six or seven, I knew.
He is magic. Not only has he turned back the hands of time (we're seventeen again), I trust him. And he adores me. Tonight I caught myself looking in to his baby blue eyes all googly-eyed, feeling that emotion sparkling out of my green ones.
Did I tell you he has six year-old twins? And that I've fallen madly in love with them and they with me?
He does. A little girl and little boy as different (and as similar) as tea and coffee. They might look, smell and taste different, but both hide a wallop in their murky depths. Playing with these two brings out my six year-old Self. What joy there is in the wild abandonment of being six!
This is for JP, my magic man.
I'm so glad you found me.
~ Olivia J. Herrell