Once upon a time, there lived a fairly young couple who had no children. The wife, especially, was so sad about this. Her name was Lisbeth. The husband, Ethan, was sad as well, but more so for Lisbeth – for she was the love of his life and made every moment worth living. Lisbeth and Ethan had been married for 15 years. They lived in the countryside of Vermont, in a small little town that was so quaint and sweet. There weren’t more than four country blocks in the middle of town, yet it was the grand meeting place for those who lived there. Oh, they shopped, ate in lovely little cafes, visited all of the craft shops (there were only two) and often ran into neighbors in the book shop. Lisbeth and Ethan grew up in this little quaint town and so knew everyone, which is wonderful, but often Lisbeth would wonder if the neighbors were looking at her with pity because she could not have a baby.
One morning, Lisbeth stepped out her front door to check on her flower garden and almost stepped on something. She looked down and it was a teensy tiny little turtle. It appeared to be silver with a light green shell on its back, which had flowers and the word believe written in script. Lisbeth bent down and picked it up. Holding this little turtle in her hand, she realized that it was not real, or at least that’s what she thought, for the turtle looked up at her and smiled. “Oh my goodness,” she whispered as she stared at the little guy. The turtle continued looking at Lisbeth, with a smile. Suddenly, she found herself smiling because, well, he was so cute AND because she had always believed in magical happenings, but had forgotten as she had grown older. Still smiling, she held her palm closer to her face so that she could see the turtle more closely. As she did, the turtle moved just a tad, to reveal glasses which somehow he put on so he could see Lisbeth more closely. Both looked at each other and started laughing. Why, they laughed so hard and so long!
Lisbeth sat on the white wicker chair on the porch and placed the little turtle on her lap. She was happy for the first time in a long time. We don’t know about the turtle, but he sure seemed happy too. He began humming a sweet little song and before she knew it, Lisbeth fell fast asleep in the chair. She had such nice dreams and they all seemed to be about believing in goodness, kindness and miracles. When she awoke, Lisbeth just sat and didn’t move; she felt so much at peace. Suddenly, she remembered the turtle and looked down; but there was no turtle! Alarmed that something had happened to him, (such as: did she sit on him? did he fall?). She looked everywhere and couldn’t find him. Sitting back down, Lisbeth wondered if it had been a dream.
Well, soon Ethan came home and they fixed dinner and ate. Lisbeth told Ethan about the turtle and her dreams, and he said, “Sweetheart, I’m sure it happened. Be happy.” That’s all Ethan would ever say. “Be happy”.
A few months went by, and Lisbeth began to feel horribly ill. Her sickness seemed to last for weeks and Ethan was dreadfully worried about his beautiful wife, so he took her to the doctor. Of course…sure enough and I’m sure you’ve guessed it – Lisbeth and Ethan were going to have a baby. A baby! Lisbeth and Ethan were dancing on clouds and just so deliriously happy! As her body began to change and people could tell she was having a baby, Lisbeth would proudly walk about the town square, just glowing and beaming from ear to ear.
Soon enough, the little baby was born and it was a boy! A beautiful little boy with green eyes and blond hair. He was precious! Ethan and Lisbeth named him Harry, after Lisbeth’s father. Ah! The world was a grand place indeed and sheer joy enveloped the town and the home of Lisbeth and Ethan.
On a beautiful Spring day, Lisbeth was tending to her flower garden, when she spied something silver in the grass which edged the garden. Her heart beat quickly as she pushed aside the grass and lo and behold, there was the turtle and next to the turtle was a tiny little fairy. Both looked at Lisbeth with kind smiles. Lisbeth put her hand to her throat and said, “I thought it was a dream!” The turtle slowly shook his head and said, “No, my dear. You were not dreaming.” The little fairy, who was dressed in a lovely light green gown, looked at Lisbeth and said, “You were so kind to my friend those many months ago. When I found him and we left, he told me of your sadness. So, we really worked on helping you believe; believe that anything is possible, with kindness and goodness in one’s heart. “Lisbeth felt a tear slip down her cheek, as she looked over at Harry, peacefully sleeping in his little basket next to her. Her heart was full. Looking down, the turtle and fairy were gone! But this time, Lisbeth just sat on the grass and pulled sleeping Harry to her and held him.
The next day, while pushing Harry in his stroller in the town, she noticed that a new shop had opened. It was so new; the sign had not gone up. Stepping through the doorway, she felt she had been transported into another world; a world of fairies, for this shop was ALL about fairies. Why, there were fairies, fairy dust, fairy furniture, books, fairy gardens and anything and everything you could possibly imagine about fairies. A beautiful woman, with long flowing auburn hair, stepped out of the back room and asked Lisbeth if she could help her. Lisbeth replied, “Oh, I just love this shop! I didn’t even know we were getting a new one! It’s lovely!” “Thank you,” the woman replied. “This has always been my dream. I’ve always wanted to have a shop where I could share the fairy world with others. I have loved them since childhood.” “Oh, me too”, said Lisbeth. “What is the name of your shop?” The lady smiled and replied, “Believe”. Lisbeth looked at her and then Harry and back at the woman and just smiled.