The Elf Princess

There are moments in time that one wishes one could freeze forever: the joyful look on a child’s face, the sound of a child when they first say “Momma” or “Daddy”, the look of accomplishment of a young boy’s face when he has mastered riding a two-wheeler, the delight of a young girl dressed in princess clothing.

Not all of those kinds of moments are reserved for the young, but as a parent or grandparent, you can look back at so many moments in the lives of your descendants and wish that you’d been able to freeze them, capture them, preserve them…or even go back for brief periods of time and literally re-live them.

At GARFest on Saturday, they had those plywood cut-outs that have characters painted on one side and a hole cut out so you can go behind the plywood and insert your face into the picture.  We took several like that, some were rather funny, but this one struck me.  it’s my 3-year old granddaughter as an Elfin Princess.  I think she puts Liv Tyler’s Arwyn from Lord of the Rings to shame, but then, I may be slightly prejudiced being this young lady’s grandpa.

Anyway, here’s to Elfin Princesses everywhere!  And to memories of childhood delights!!!

The lovely Elfin Princess was at the Georgia Renaissance Festival

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY: in 1959, Bob Zimmerman graduated from high school in Hibbing, MN.  Why should you care?  Because he later changed his name to Bob Dylan and became the musical voice for a generation.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY: one study shows that nuns live to an average age of 77.  At the time the study was done, that was the longest average life-span of any “profession” in the United States.


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