My life as a Disney Princess

This past week, I have:

-held a butterfly on the tip of my finger

 

-watched baby wrens hatch outside my diningroom window, while their parents seem to have accepted me as a family member and will comfortably land a few feet away from me while I work in the garden

 

-danced and sung through my chores

-been serenaded by a handsome man who (let’s be honest, sweetie) kind of needed a haircut

-had a gregarious squirrel and two friendly chipmunks clean up a mess of birdseed that was spilled on my terrace, while I watched from a yard away.

 

The only logical conclusion is that I have evolved into a Disney princess. You all have my permission to call me ‘Belle’ from this day forward.