I Wish I May, I Wish I Might, Have the Wish I Wish Tonight

I do believe, Tink, I do believe. Go watch out for someone special.
Figgy always loved Tinkerbell as a young girl. Work your magic for Punch.

Tonight I am thinking of a little girl, age 3 1/2, and sending strong waves of love and truth and kindness to her. Tonight I am hoping she is cozy and cared for. I hope she had a good dinner and a warm bubble bath and bedtime stories, maybe the books I sent home with her on Sunday, one about about a tortoise and one about a garden with lettuce, peas, tomatoes and corn, and children tending it all. I bought them for Punch at the gift shop at the Wellfleet Bay Wildlife Sanctuary.

I hope she saw the stars or the clouds, something beautiful made by Mother Nature's careful hand. Tonight I am willing her to feel my kisses--and H.'s, and Figgy's, and Sug's--on her little head and hands. To feel the strength of my hugs.

I wish all these things tonight especially because I am worried about her. And since we all know life is imperfect and not a fairy tale, let's just hope that part of my wish list came true.

Also thinking at four minutes after midnight about this soft black cardigan and cool long chain necklace I'm loving, which I bought with Anne and Elly at the Cape Cod thrift shop last week [was that really only last week?]. For $6 total. I saw A. and E. tonight, and they invited me to go on another thrift-shop excursion with them and Barbara on Tuesday. If the stars are in their courses and my work is as it should be, I think I will join them for a short while. I am starting to love the attractive pricing and hip retro details.

Good night, sweethearts, big and small--husband and traveler, big sister, little sister, high schoolers, friends, mothers. And Dad.

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