Yesterday I was reading The Tiniest Fairy to Sam and when I looked at her, she was leaning forward with her chin resting on both palms as her elbows leaned my my thigh. She was so engrossed in the story - her eyes pleaded for me to continue as they
sparkled with anticipation.
I started to get choked up as I read to her. I am not sure if it was her intensity or the sharing of a yule story with her or both- regardless, it was one of the moments I will never forget. As I read, I felt myself get the chills at several points and when I looked at my daughter's arms, so did she. (It is not cold in the house...)
As I continue on my journey of self discovery, I am finding that many of the things I read about Wicca, are already ways I lead my life. There are so many things that are "YES" moments for me and/or things I have, or bought, or do. It's like finding an old pair of shoes that you have forgotten about and putting them back on again. Reading the story to Sam was definately a "YES" moment.
