For the past two summers, a dear friend, Stacey, delights her four children and all of us lucky enough to know her, with a fairy and gnome party in a historic neighborhood park.
It is also a celebration of family, big and small, beautifully illustrated at the event when little families gather with others to create a giggling, excited crowd that trots along a secret path marked with glitter.
For just a moment, fairies give us a glimpse of their magic as they lead us to the threshold of their forest home.
For our respectful wonderment and quiet whispers, we are rewarded with a special treat, this year in the form of gnome and toadstool cookies.
The party also marks the number of years Stacey’s family has been together. Last year, that number was five. Five years since her oldest son and only daughter were born.
For that party, I made a cake that has truly become a part of me, but really is a part of Stacey’s family – or a close depiction of them – in pudgy gnome and fairy form:
This year, it was a strictly cookie affair. As I lined these little gnomes up for pictures, I couldn’t help but imagine a tiny forest hospital ward, full of little gnome babies, already outfitted and ready for the magic and hi-jinks of childhood.