Wishes are a funny thing. They seem to be an innate act for some of us, while for others, they’re a struggle. I went to a birthday party yesterday for twins who were turning 3. When we told them to blow out their candles and make a wish they did just that. No questioning or wondering what to wish for. They knew exactly what they wanted.
I’m one of those who hope that my wish was good enough. I wonder, should it have been made just for me or should I have made it for those who have less? Would I be shallow if I wished for material possessions or should I stick with strengthening my soul and hoping for good health? I don’t want to waste a perfectly good wish on silly things.
Today, my wish comes less burdened by extraneous thoughts because it’s truly and only for someone else. It’s for one person who is beautifully articulate in her deeds and words. Who makes me giggle and snort and laugh like I haven’t in a long time. It’s the one person who knows that underneath my thick exterior there is imperfection and insecurities. She doesn’t care though. She loves me just the same, and I reciprocate.
My wish for her today is that she feels loved, appreciated and needed (because she is). I wish for her eternal happiness that is tempered with just a touch of bittersweet (because nobody likes sugar all the time). And lastly, I wish…
that Kristabel has the most……………..well, I can’t tell you because it won’t come true.
Happy Birthday beautiful! I love and miss you. Wish I could be there on this super special occasion.