how it took us until the last year liam could get in free to attend ren fest together, i have no idea. each approaching september, we’d bring it up. we’d say how fun it’d be, sharing a piece of our childhood (and a whole lotta magic) with liam. but then september and october would go by, and we’d have missed it. again. and again.
but this time, we got our butts in gear and chose a weekend and bought the damn tickets. half because, like i said, it was the last year liam could get in free, and half because if we had put it off one more year, then we’d have procrastinated for half a decade and that’s a bit too ridiculous even for me, princess procrastination.
we danced beneath bubbles, shared kettle corn, smelled incense, tried on jester hats, witnessed a to-the-death duel, waved hello to the king and queen, and let liam pick out his very own knight and pirate swords to bring home. not that he fully understands the concept yet, but if he did, i’m sure he’d describe it as heaven on earth.
who would’ve thought if you brought a knight and magic-obsessed boy to the renaissance festival, he wouldn’t want to leave when we told him it was time to go?