Maggie takes Alex to her first Pride parade. Let the good times roll
pulled Alex through the crowd of people. “C’mon we’re going to
what?” Alex asked. She was happy to just mill around National
City’s Pride parade. Everything was so happy and vibrant. It warmed
her heart to see so many people like her in the streets. So many that
just wanted to love who they loved. She smiled when she saw an
elderly couple holding hands. She could imagine that being her and
Maggie in fifty years.
looked back at Alex and saw her taking everything in. She slowed a
bit, not wanting Alex to miss anything during her first Pride. “I
have a surprise for you.”
surprise?” Alex asked. Her first surprised had been the shirt she
was wearing. Spray painted rainbow letters spelled out My
girlfriend thinks I’m sexy.
handed Alex a small rainbow flag that she took with a smile and a
quick “Thank you.” She stuck it in Maggie’s ponytail. Maggie
turned around and touched the back of her head to see what it was.
Alex grinned, “I colonized your hair.”
laughed and pulled Alex closer to her. They stopped in the middle of
the sidewalk and Maggie pushed up on her toes to kiss Alex. Alex
hummed contently into the kiss. She loved being able to kiss Maggie
in public whenever she wanted and no one batted an eye.
Maggie dropped to her heels and started pulling Alex again.
Maggie pulled Alex in front of her and put her hands on Alex’s
the street corner, Alex’s mom and all their friends were standing
in a group. Eliza was wearing a shirt that proudly said ‘I love my
lesbian daughter’. She moved to Alex and hugged her, a bright smile
on her face, “Happy Pride, honey.”
beamed seeing her mom at the festival with the shirt she was wearing.
It brought tears to her eyes. “I’m so glad you came.”
wouldn’t miss it,” Eliza smiled. She pointed to her shirt. “Did
you see this? Maggie had it made for me.”
turned to her girlfriend and pulled her into a hug. “You’re the
I know,” Maggie tried her best not to get sappy, but when it came
to Alex, all bets were off.
was wearing a rainbow tank top with a small rainbow painted on his
cheek just under the rim of his rainbow sunglasses. He jumped up and
down to the music. “This is the best.”
patted him on the shoulder and laughed. He pulled Alex into a
one-armed hug, “Thanks for inviting us. This is a lot of fun.”
it?” Alex asked, eyes wide with wonder and joy.
was wearing a shirt simply stating ‘Love is Love,” each
letter a different flag for a different group.
looked at her watch and watched the second hand tick down. “Alright,
everyone look up.”
turned her eyes to the sky and immediately saw that Maggie had drug
her through the crowds to see. Supergirl was flying over the parade
route to the cheers of the crowd below. She smiled and waved to
everyone, her usual red cape replaced with a fluttering rainbow.
she flew overhead, Alex saw her sister look directly at her and wave.
Alex waved back, her eyes again filled with tears. She had the most
supportive family and the best friends and a spectacularly awesome
pulled Maggie into her arms and Maggie held onto her, knowing that
Alex was having a moment. She kissed Alex’s cheek and smiled at
her. “You okay?”
is amazing,” Alex smiled.
deserve it,” Maggie grinned. She took the flag out of her hair and
handed it to Alex. “Now, c’mon. We have to get to the beginning
of the parade route to meet Kara. We’re all riding on the Catco
laughed again and let Maggie drag her through the crowd. On that warm
spring day, surrounded by everyone she loved, she’d never been
*gets very emotional over the fact that a demonic water horse thingy returns to his bff human instead of returning from whence it came from even tho most of its brethren would’ve sprinted back into the ocean at first chance after ripping off its human’s head* *softly cries and write love letter to maggie stiefvater*
“He had not known that he could love, not really. Gansey and he had fought about it, once - Gansey had said, with disgust, Stop saying privilege. Love isn’t a privilege. But Gansey had always had love, had always been capable of love. Now that Adam had discovered this feeling in himself, he was more certain than ever that he was right. Need was Adam’s baseline, his resting pulse. Love was a privilege. Adam was privileged”
Book Haul | July
- Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf
- The Raven Boys, by Maggie Stiefvater
- Shadow and Bone, by Leigh Bardugo
- Love Letters to the Dead, by Ava Dellaira
- Lies, by Michael Grant
- The Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman
We brought you to another children’s museum a couple of days ago. Without a doubt, you had a grand time. We stayed there for nearly three hours, which tired me and your Dad even though we just sat most of the time as you explored on your own. He remarked that the place can be too overwhelming to adults. I agreed; my almost 30-year old mind and body refused to digest all the science behind the gizmos and whatsits in there. For the love of you, however, there will be more children’s museum trips and we’ll definitely try our very best (again) to join you in your enthusiasm and support your passion for learning.
You know, Maggie, this takes me back to my childhood. It was way different from what you’re having now. I grew up without the nice parks or those playgrounds with wood chips and sand. We lived across a huge cathedral so I often ran and sang and made friends at the church grounds.
There were no cool Vtech storybooks and dolls with milk-disappearing bottles for me. My mother narrated stories at bedtime without any audiovisual equipment. I can still recall how I pictured Rapunzel and the witch (and her garden) in my mind when she told us the tale. I had dolls but the ones I enjoyed the most were those of the cardboard kind that I designed and cut outfits for.
I didn’t have an inflatable pool or a bunch of bath letters and numbers, and squirtees. Bath time wasn’t as colorful as yours, but we went to the beach more than six times in a year.
I loved bubbles, too, but making them wasn’t as easy as you do. One of my earliest and fondest memories is that of my mom asking a neighbor for some hibiscus flowers and leaves, cutting off stalks from a papaya tree at our backyard, and sitting down with me and my sister (your Aunt Debby) to work on our bubble solution.
She would have some water and dishwashing liquid ready at the side. Then she’d instruct us to crush the flowers and leaves using stones we just picked nearby. After that, we poured them into the water-dishwashing liquid mixture and stirred everything with the papaya stalks. When it was done, we’d try blowing through the stalks and see if it makes good bubbles or we need to add more crushed hibiscus/dishwashing liquid. It was fun! And to have a mom who abandoned all the housework to spend time with her daughters like that was just the best thing. That is probably why I’ve kept that memory burning in my heart all these years.
You do have a lot (and will have more) in your childhood that I didn’t have in mine. I was happy nevertheless, and at the end of the day, that is what counts.
I know it’s too early but I really look forward to your favorite childhood memory 20 years from tonight! =)