never ever grow up.

today simon woke me up early for a surprise.
after a short drive right the way through london,
we ended up in the middle of kensington gardens.
suddenly i realized we were going to see peter pan!
in a big pavilion theatre live right smack dab in the
middle of the place where j.m. barrie wrote it..
and showing for the first time in a century!

it was probably the best thing ive ever seen.
when they fly... you almost get vertigo.. and
when tinkerbell came back to life because
all the children were saying "i believe in fairies"
simon and i both started crying.. then we were
laughing that we were crying at peter pan.
the moral of the story is true:
growing up is just plain awful.
here is the introduction clip:


i also got a silver thimble & acorn kiss necklace to remember the day.


i didnt forget about my swan though.
ps.
tinkerbell was wearing a huge pink tutu decked with little lights,
big black dusty combat boots... and her black hair was all messed up.
she looked just like a little doll that had been played with too much.
she was even all smudged with mud all over. it was perfect.