Pixie and I powered down around 7:50, after getting our candles lit and our comfy spots ready. We snuggled together and read our books by candlelight. I paused after awhile and watched her face, intent in her story and thought how nice it would be to sit, snuggle and chat. Not 30 seconds later, when Pixie had nearly devoured her third book in two days, she looked up and said how nice it would be to sit, snuggle and chat….ahh, my wee psychic girl.

So much of our hour was spent sitting together telling stories by candlelight. We created one story together, she then made up a story about elemental dragons and then I treated her to a story of our family, my maternal grandfather’s family. I took her back over a two hundred year period and told her of a few of her ancestors born in Scotland and Wales who came to Massachusetts where they settled before moving into Maine, what they did and how they lived. She is currently re-reading the Little House series (and anticipating the arrival of the new additions to the series, written about Laura Ingalls’ grandmother and great-grandmother both from Massachusetts and Scotland respectively). Her eyes glowed luminously as she listened closely to the story of my great grandparent’s adventures westward to North Dakota in the late 19th century and their subsequent return to Maine. When 9:00 arrived it was time for her to find her bed, which she grudgingly set off to do. While tucking her in she declared tonight the best night and she loved this “girl’s night” and wants to to it every week.

I will enjoy my “girl’s nights” when Pixie and I shut off all electrical bits for an hour or so once a week and have a quiet time in each other’s company, telling stories, being silly, reading or just talking. I feel sorry for anyone who doesn’t find the joy in leaving the modern world behind for an hour or so (or even bother to love the earth enough to take the time) and just being one with a quiet earth and loved one(s). I for one, am truly blessed to have both.