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8/30/09

Wishes

Yesterday I was a little girl, wishing like no tomorrow to grow up and change the world all the while walking down the aisle in my wedding dress alongside my boyfriend turned husband.
I remember wishing so hard that I actually thought I could change into tomorrow. It happened after many tomorrows passed by and the fairy tale wedding of shussing and clacking down the aisle was smaller and had less sound than in my minds eye but it did happen.

It was yesterday that I climbed trees, we had more than enough and that I caught lightning bugs and put them in a jar and watched the magical glow. Yesterday my brother and I along with his friends piled snowballs high behind the fort ready to plow the "enemy" before they had the chance.
I sat in my little rocking chair, the one that remains silent in the upstairs room, on the porch rocking my baby doll to sleep caring for my imaginary family and now they've all moved out, they're on their own, and today has come and yesterday is gone. All the wishing has materialized unimaginable happenings and time is still ticking along but now it's faster. I'm washing my own clothes making my own meals rocking in a different chair and wishing like no tomorrow to turn back the hands of time.
I wouldn't want to go through everything again but touch on the moments that mean the most. To sit at the family table and have a meal prepared by my mother....
...sitting on the ground watching my dad fix his truck and handing him the tools he needs while listening to him tell his stories...
..coming in for hot chocolate after shaking the snow from my boots and my cheeks are rosy red
...fighting with my brother to watch Sky King instead of Bugs Bunny.
....picking apples from the apple trees....
....cherries from the cherry tree....
...playing hide n seek with the whole neighborhood......
...roller skating with the Hover girls across the street....
...listening to my Grandpa L. cuss like a sailor...
...sitting on the scritchy sofa watching Lawrence Welk with my grandparents....

I could go on and on, I do know I was blessed to have these memories and am grateful and no amount of wishing is gonna ever happen...and that's okay....but I like the warm and fuzzy way I feel when a memory surfaces and I sit and smile and shake my head wondering why I tried to wish it away...
...but hey I was a kid what did I know.....


1 comment:

  1. Barb, your style of writing is getting so beautiful, it is very poetic.
    Im loving the look of your blog, those fairies are so cute! xxx

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