Sometimes it seems like there aren't any more fairy tales. No more princes to rescue princesses who are quite strong but still in need of saving. No more fathers willing to fight for their daughters. No more love songs--none worth much, anyhow. No more ruby slippers.
I am here to tell you--there are still fairy tales.
With them come slippers
and flowers more magical than you can imagine.
Secret tokens of love
in places unexpected.
Gowns for princesses
and princesses themselves.
and hearty laughter.
A reason for beauty
and exceptional beauty, at that.
Fathers with Great Love for their sons
many of these fathers.
and meaningful looks
and fine garments.
And most of all--don't you forget it--there is true love's kiss. But here's where fairy tales get it wrong--this isn't love's first kiss, but neither is it the last. And there is a beauty in that in-between place. A smooth, polished beauty. The kind that shows blemishes easily, but also the kind that reflects the radiance of the sun.
And before the fairy tale is over, there is always a grand ball. A magnificent affair. Something worthy of the two it celebrates.
And they will live happily ever after.