The Sparkle sisters took on the Heraldsburg of Birthdays with their usual panache and style. The twinkling lights of the venue were a radiant echo brilliantly complementing the dazzle of the elegantly inventive and oh so enchanting trio.
The gala surrounded them with the cheer and energy that mimicked their own. The warmth of the red, pink and white sparkling bubbles and mead was second only to the scintillating smiling of the fellow revelers.
The room was narrow, the ambience magical and it opened to a lighted courtyard. The water centerpieces floating their delicate flower candles offered a dash of curious delight reflecting the surprise of the chandelier above.
The black salt hors d’oeuvres tantalized taste buds as the waiter made his purposeful rounds to our Sparkler of honor like a bee to his queen.
The lights of the camera were, of course, drawn to their inner shining, reminiscent of the puparazzi back home. They donned additional accoutrements that added the perfect whimsy to every outfit.
Off to the right was a secret door barely noticeable to all but the most whimsical. Lead by their honored Sparkler, they slipped unseen into the imperceptible realm.
There they found another courtyard of glimmery wonder. Small groups of soft spoken murmurers were gathering under the stars but as they entered, all eyes turned to the magnificence of the one born this day. In hushed whispers, they beckoned her into the castle.
Bacchanalians were raising their glasses of shimmer as she arrived. A raucous music joined them as they broke out into the song their hearts had been singing all along ever since the snowy, resplendent day when she had arrived long ago.
The song they sang, even without speaking, was the song of the truth of triumph, of connecting strength, of jubliating celebration. Look how far they had come! Look how sparkling a Sisterhood they had grown up together!
Their sister of origin, proudly smiling down upon them in her uniquely shimmering way, would be pronouncing the rightness and goodness of this night, of this gathering, of their Sparkling beam of birthday light!
What if their faces stuck this way in the sparkle doodling of celebration? Well, that would be creepy but nonetheless, there would be ibuprofen to pay for the splendour of being inseparable even when apart…
Happy Birthday, Sparkling ones. I love you more than air.
Forever yours,
Faraway Spark, SonomAnne
November 16, 2025
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