It’s 8:56 a.m. and the Summer Gift Fairy has struck again.

She left a little prezzie for Z on the front step, this one in a purple-paisley-embossed box with a sparkly note attached, reading,

Dear Z,

Do you believe in fairies yet?

I hope you’re having a good summer!

Love,

The Summer Gift Fairy

P.S. I live in a tree!

Her last missive’s postscript revealed that she has blue and silver wings.

Every time she hits our doorstep, I get to watch Z’s excitement. Every time I say, “Oh, that prezzie could be for Maverick,” but every time Z shakes her head. She knows the prezzie’s for her. Her joy is my joy.

What’s striking to me is that each gift gifted by the Summer Gift Fairy can be used in some way. I’m not saying the Summer Gift Fairy’s all about work, and projects, and KEEPING AN ACTIVE ALMOST-FOUR-YEAR-OLD BUSY WHILE HER MOM SLOWLY LOSES HER MIND, but the possibility’s there. Today’s gift was three new shapes to be used with perler beads. If that isn’t quiet, busy work, I don’t know what is.

I love that Summer Gift Fairy.

I also love that she doesn’t have any pattern. Each day has the possibility of a gift, but Z isn’t expecting gifts. She’s just delighted when they happen to arrive.

Now if only the Summer Gift Fairy would gift me with some good sleep and quiet time.