I painted tiny footprints on a note from the tooth fairy and sprinkled gold glitter on Finn’s pillow. He came to me in the morning covered in pixie dust.
But he was sad, not delighted. I asked him what was wrong and he tearily said,
“I wish I could touch her!”
I think he wishes he could fly off to Never Never Land. Me too, Finn!
Part of me never grew up.