I swear every time I do this, someone else leaves, but you should all have access to the update quidditch rosters on your tablets.
Join me for dinner tonight? Just you and me.
One of the things I've always appreciated about life are those simply preposterous little details that allow us the pleasure of knowing we're knit as a greater part of a society or a culture. There were so many of them that I loved about Narnia; however, being a part of some of them also means I know I'm selfish. Aslan wanted me to love the world I was in ...
I meant to tell you this on 1 May but it felt stupid at the time. For some reason, I feel inclined to tell you about it. I love May Day. The Spring bonfires and rituals (Easter notwithstanding) that spur the celebration of renewal and life are some of my favourites. When Aslan came back, one of the best things that happened was a romp we all went on and he ... he brought everything to life.
I'd always been looking for that at home. One of the things I wanted to do (when I got to school) was jump off the bridge in Oxford on May Day with all the other students. It's a bit awkward because the river's depth is about 2' at the time. Awkward? More like dangerous. But honestly there are a few better traditions and maybe some that we can bring here that don't include broken legs.
The Irish (or maybe the Scottish?) would leave small bouquets of Lily of the Valley for one another. But honestly, I can't stand to cut the flowers. So, I've got a pot of them and they're being delivered to your door in the morning. And I want them to come with this knowledge: I love you.