My birthday wish is for you. ❤️
Eleven is made for wishes
for candied pinky-promises and bubble gum kisses
for glitter dusted falling stars and conversations with the moon
Eleven is made for flowered tea cups with sugar on tiny, silver spoons
for dreaming under Willow trees and listening to the wind
for finding shapes in silver-lined periwinkle clouds
Eleven is for giggling with friends at stories you’ve woven together
for blowing iridescent bubbles parading up to the sky
for strawberry frosted memories that taste sweeter every year
Eleven is for wildflower bouquets and whispered secrets
for campfire glowing toasted marshmallow stories
for crystal-eyed curiosity, and believing that magic still exists
Eleven is made for wishes precious
Eleven is made for you
So it is my birthday. My thirty-fourth birthday to be exact. I know I’m not supposed to tell you that. I am well aware that when you are no longer twenty-something, age is not supposed to be something that you share … but I’m sharing it anyway, because I’m grateful. I’m grateful that in these thirty-four years I have memories that keep me in good company, regardless of the number that is growing ever on. While I may not want the visual affirmation of decades of candles on my cake … I do like what my mother believes about wishes. She says you get a wish for every year, for every fire lit sparkle that keeps hope dancing above the frosting.
I have no idea what this new year holds, but I wanted to mark and welcome it with a bit of a retrospective peek into who I’ve been, and what each year has held for me so far. Me in time-capsule-doses. This life has been ordinary magic … and I thank so many of you for quite literally bringing my wishes to life.
Year One: I was blessed with an exceptional mom and dad, who inspire me still.
Year Two: My sister decided to love me, and has never stopped.
Year Three: My best-cousin and I become life-long partners.
Year Four: I believe with every fiber of my being in Santa Claus.
Year Five: I met the boy next door, who pretty much shaped my sister and my play days ever summer thereafter.
Year Six: I discover that not all teachers should be.
Year Seven: I become enamored with dinosaurs.
Year Eight: I discover the fun of Halloween (matching Pandas mommy and me).
Year Nine: I move for the first time.
Year Ten: I lose my dog … my first best friend.
Year Eleven: My kindred-spirit grandmother moves in.
Year Twelve: I meet my best friend.
Year Thirteen: I am immersed in the power of sleepovers!
Year Fourteen: High school begins, and all that goes with it.
Year Fifteen: I become a dancer.
Year Sixteen: I fall in love for the first time … and recognize the influence of a heart above all things … even sense.
Year Seventeen: I meet someone who calls me back to myself.
Year Eighteen: I go away to college with the best roomie a cousin could ask for.
Year Nineteen: I meet the man I am going to marry, who picks up and protects my heart.
Year Twenty: I enter into the School of Education to become a teacher.
Year Twenty-One: I graduate, get married, and get lost in Europe with my new husband.
Year Twenty-Two: I get my first teaching job, and become a first time auntie.
Year Twenty-Three: I experience infertility and the heartache that goes with missing something you’ve never even had.
Year Twenty-Four: I graduate from graduate school, and we drive the Romantic Road in Germany.
Year Twenty-Five: I get to know the wonder of my world … my son.
Year Twenty-Six: I choose to stay at home with my son and begin to write.
Year Twenty-Seven: I get to know the second wonder of my world … my daughter.
Year Twenty-Eight: I am diagnosed with Celiac’s Disease.
Year Twenty-Nine: My parents move, and my grandfather dies … and I feel the last bit of my childhood taken from me.
Year Thirty: We get our first puppy, who now weighs 100 lbs.
Year Thirty-One: I get my first children’s book published.
Year Thirty-Two: I taste a fairy tale and meet my husband in Cannes, France for the weekend.
Year Thirty-Three: I get published by my favorite magazine in the world twice.
Year Thirty-Four: Yet to be determined, but sure to be an adventure!
My wish? Tell me about your most memorable year! Share, post, comment! Give me the gift of words … they’re my favorite treat!