A soft breeze rustles through pine needles swishing amidst fireflies at play on a warm enchanting summer night
We sit in quiet anticipation as a bright full moon keeps watch from its cosmic perch, illuminating our magical evening
It is almost time as we see the big dipper come into view directing our focus to the grove behind the chinaberry shrubs
We can hear them giggling as tiny feet run atop fallen leaves creating little crackles echoing beyond the illumined forest canopy
When suddenly crickets and cicadas perform a mesmerizing melody wafting from tree to tree and you point eagerly to the opening
As twelve little pixies appear, dancing in a circle, singing along with the nighttime tune Iridescent wings shimmer and flutter as does our hearts watching
It only last a few moments and then they are gone, you lean over and kiss me, whispering “I love you” and I realize once again, this is *the true magic of the evening