Magic

A few months ago I had a conversation with a friend Megan that went something like this:

Megan:  I have a date this weekend.

Jill:  Really?  Tell me about him.

Megan:  He seems pretty cool.  I met him online.  His name is Ron.

Jill:  Ron, as in Ronald Weasley?  Does he have red hair.  I hope your date is truly magical.

Megan:  I don't know about magical but we'll see how it goes.

Flash forward to the present, Megan is currently dating Ronald and whenever I ask her how its going, she always informs me that the time they do spend together is in fact "magical".

Megan's Ronald looks like this sort of, kind of, not at all.

I often envision what my life would be like if it were TRULY magical in a fairy tale sort of way.  

Cleaning the house would look like this:

My job would look like this:

My love life would look like this:

Unfortunately, my life the last few months hasn't been sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows but

REGARDLESS

I still feel my life is magical. I go to work and get to fight cancer.  My best friend came out to visit me for a whole three weeks.  I live in a world where if I wanted to, I could eat ice cream for every meal.  

Even if I didn't have those sorts of things, I feel like life is always smattered with magical, seemingly random moments.  Today, for example, I was driving back from a potluck when I saw a woman holding a sign that read "Homeless, Hungry".  Some might find it ironic that I happened to have a half eaten tray of brownies in the car.  I call it divine intervention.

If it had been a real fairy tale she might have been a magical enchantress and given me some enchantment to help me to ride off into the sunset with prince charming.  If it had been a hippy movie they might have been "magic brownies".  Since it wasn't either, the woman smiled broadly before I turned onto the 51, and that had a magic all of its own.