Why are You a Princess?

I’m a princess, my dear, because shein sells cheap dresses with wide fluffy skirts, and that must make me appear somewhat magical to you.

I’m a princess because it’s Christmas and I have just about everything I want and need.

I’m  a princess because I’m unreasonably happy tonight with my not so perfect life. 

I’m a princess because I have so many people who love me. 

I’m a princess because even though I haven’t deserved it or planned it, good things keep happening  to me.

I’m a princess because, unlike you, I can have a safe home and a safe loving family to go home to.

I’m a princess because I found out that Christmas miracles are real.

I don’t know what made the wee red head think I was a princess. My dress, my voice, my aura, something else entirely. It was probably mostly the dress. It was the sweetest compliment a 4 year old could give, and made me fall in love with him even more. Later, after he was sound asleep under his paw patrol blanket curled up with a gentle giant of an accidentally therapeutic kitty, I went home feeling like maybe I really was a princess, just not in the way he thought.