As a kid I never believed in fairies or princesses. I enjoyed the ideas of them, but I knew they were nothing but a fun story to tell.

Today is my friend Rachael’s birthday. There are times I look at her and swear that she was born from fairy dust. And I KNOW that sounds crazy. But hear me out.

The first thing she did when I met her was coax a bee onto her finger, whisper some words to it, and then let it go. I had no ability to understand what was happening, so I kinda just went with it. Then she carried on as if nothing had happened, so I did the same. It was just as right as it was weird. And just as comforting as it was different. That kinda made me believe, as odd as it was. She was so comfortable with herself, and she knew exactly her purpose. That sounded like a fairy to me.

Rachael makes me believe in the good in the world, and she’s also my favorite person to co-write with. She sends me little notes of encouragement and she deserves much more love than this world could ever show her.

I hope you all find someone who makes you believe in things you never thought you could wrap your head around. I guess fairies are real, after all.