I woke up with a sense of whimsy.
Whimsy as defined by dictionary.com is the quality or state of being whimsical or fanciful.
Yep. I’m feeling whimsical; much like I did when I would play dress up in my mother’s heels or hide and seek among the coral rock of Wainwright Park. A park that was magical through my little girl eyes. A place where my grandmother would take me almost daily on our afternoon walks when I was a gaped tooth little freckle-face.
I would imagine I was on a great safari on walks through the “jungle” or an archeologist climbing to her next great discovery as I scaled the greatest coral mountain ever to be discovered.
Imagination is important. It is important for me to foster a love for the imaginary, for the magic that can only be found in make-believe in my boys. I think I’ll build a den out of sheets today (it’s bed linen washing day after all) and play with my boys. I’ll start us off on some adventure and hand the reins over to Michael and let him take us to places only his imagination can think up. I think I’ll start us off skateboarding in space or riding a roller coaster into the ocean.