my five year old sister's analysis♥

"cinderella doesn't wear glasses."

i don't need a fairy godmother to turn
a pumpkin into a carriage for me.

nor do i need mice to be my horses.
or a dog to be the driver-dude.
or a beautiful white gown and glass slippers.

because i have you.

even without the pumpkin-turning carriage,

and the mice-turning horses,

and the rags turning into a dress,

you make me feel like a princess everyday.

thank you for loving me.

♥