I Wish.

I was thinking the other day about wishes and hopes and dreams. Wishes are like those fairytales you read and fall into when you’re a child, and then somewhere along the way, you grow up and apparently grow out of believing in them. Their power suddenly holds no allure or magic for you. Maybe you’ve lived life and seen just too much of “reality” to think that anything even remotely magical or splendid could ever happen to you ever again.

But why do we have to grow out of our wishes? Wouldn’t it be great if we were given tickets like this and could collect on our wishes like we did with the cool prize counter at Chuck-E-Cheese when we were little?

Here are some things I’d wish for:

*The chance to see my father again, even if only for a day
*The ability to throw caution to the wind more often
*1,000 Sundays of sunshine
*A soda fountain in my bedroom
*My own column in Glamour magazine
*A Prince Charming with lots of quirks

So what do you wish for?

xoxo,

[Photo via Sweet as a candy]