I confess when I first saw him wearing wings my jaw dropped.
I confess I could have fainted when I noticed they were actually PINK wings.
I confess the whole boy thing wearing wings doesn’t go with me that well.
I confess his very outspoken, sometimes even bossy, oldest sister had everything to do with it.
I confess it took me sometime to figure it out: His imagination is the window to his world and it gives him freedom.
I confess I wish I could be a child again when I dreamed of flying and turning small rocks into bright white pearls.
I confess I don’t want my kids to grow up. But because I know they will, I want them to know they can dream of becoming whatever they want to be.
I confess I will always encourage fantasy play whether it involves pink wings or dragon tales.
I confess the most joyous part of my day is when I see these two doing what only they know how to do best.