Ever since I unearthed that dusty old spell-book in the attic, life’s been a whimsical ride of magic and mishaps. Balancing office life by day and spell-casting by night, why not? My hubby John, bless him, has been a proper trooper through it all. Like when I Enchanted the bathroom mirror, it was supposed to give us morning motivation, but it turned into a brutal fashion critic. John didn’t take 'You look tragic' very well at 7 a.m." or when I tried to speed up the garden growth. Now it’s like jungle book out there, and I’m pretty sure the tomato plants have their own agenda! And who could forget the weekend he spent as an accidental French maid, complete with frills, feather duster, and an inexplicable urge to call me "Madame" while he dusted every surface in sight? Honestly though, he was adorable, even if he didn’t find it quite as amusing as I did.

But today? Today’s different. My magic’s on point (probably), and I’ve got something truly special up my sleeve. What’s a holiday without a dash of enchantment, right? Surely, nothing can go wrong… Not this time!

Written for @deadtomishim2