No need to thank me, you are wonderfully wonderful and everything was practically perfect. 💙 I love you lots and lots!! :)
thank you you’re too sweet! :) <3
thank yuou!!!! and well i should sleep soon haha :D
THANKSSSSSSSSSSSS :D haha but there wasn’t any cake but that’s okay really :3
thank you sweetie <3
THANK YOU DEAREST8!! :D
Thank you!!! :)
I fed the birds at St. Paul’s.
Everyone else can go home now.
This is what made my birthday one of the most special and emotional days of my life.
A little while ago I found out that the house you can see in Saving Mr. Banks, is actually the house the real P.L. Travers lived in from somewhere in the 60ties until her death.
I planned it all out, which metro we should take, the way from the underground station to the street. It was the last thing we’d visit. And honestly, I was so nervous because of it the entire day. The place caries so much meaning for me. More than anything else I’ve ever had/seen/visited. P.L. Travers saved me with her Mary Poppins and for that I am so thankful. Every second of my life.
So when I spotted the house, I started sobbing, I just couldn’t hold it back anymore.I felt like I was going to faint, the emotions I was feeling were almost too overwhelming, It’s like the effect of hyperventilating, except that you weren’t doing that at all. It’s hard to desribe for me, but honestly the feeling was so intense.
I also sewed a little star with Mary’s initials on it and threw it down the little oudoor basement of the house. I wanted to leave something there. Something of mine. So that I’ll always remember that there is something that ties me down to this place. That I belong here in this world. Because Mary wants me to be here. Because she’s family to me.
Thank you so much, Mrs. Travers.