“Magic.” I love that word. 

“Dream.” I love this word, too.

“Adult.” I’m starting to believe that this is the word that makes us forget that the above two words are still possible.

I love being called a “dreamer” even though some of the people that call me that don’t necessarily mean it as a compliment, but more as someone with no grasp on reality. That’s so not true. It means that I still believe that all things are possible.

And “magic?” I believe in it. I have seen it on the faces of two people in love, and heard it in the laughter of a child. I have tasted food that reminds me of my childhood and  smelled the familiar scent of a loved one that’s passed on. Those things are magical!

And” adult?” This is a term used to depict our age but I believe that we’re as young as we feel. All too often the labels we’re given dictate who we are, what we do or even what we believe in. 

I believe that growing old is a gift and believing in dreams and magic is a blessing. 

I am a person who is grateful to be growing older as a dreamer who still believes in magic. 

Do you?

Wishing you love and light,

~Anne Dennish~