All The Wishes

I had a wonderful conversation with a pretty little girl yesterday. She was such a cutie. She was in the library with her mom. While her mom was browsing the books, the girl came and sat in one of the adjacent seats near by. She was very inquisitive and an absolute delight. Too bad she won’t be that kind when she gets older.

Much of what she asked me was to the embarrassment of her mother. I don’t know why, they were perfectly acceptable questions that reminded me of that New Era article with “Hanna Banana Happy Piana”. She asked me if I had a little girl. I said no, and her mom explained that the girl thought everyone should have a little girl. I happen to agree. In fact, I would take a dozen just like her. Other questions included, what’s your name?-Waldo, do you have a little boy?-no, and what’s your moms name?-mom (that stumped her and she didn’t accept that answer so she tried several variants to the question).

At one point, she looked out the window and said “look at all the wishes”. At first, I thought I didn’t understood her. I already new what was out the window, so I didn’t look. Instead I asked her what she had said. She responded with “look at all the wishes”. I looked over to her mom, who told me she didn’t know what the girl meant either. Then she noticed the dandelions and said oh, she’s talking about the dandelions.

Until then, I had not realized you can make wishes on dandelions. It’s fairly self-explanatory how it’s done, but I guess I never thought of it before. I wish on candles, stars, shooting stars, rainbows, and just in general, but never on a dandelion.

Today, looking out at all the dandelions, I can’t help but think how many wishes there are. All I see are wishes. Look at all the wishes.

3 Replies to “All The Wishes”

  1. That’s lovely. I’ve been wishing on dandelions for years, and sometimes they come true. Maybe you should wish to get out of St. George. It couldn’t hurt, right?

  2. Yes. Although, I do find it interesting that I had not considered wishing to get out of St. George, Utah; spending most my efforts on the possible means by which I could leave. Well, the wind blew yesterday and it was fun to watch the sporadic manor in which individual dandelion tops puffed out into the air. It was like angels were making wishes.

    Incidentally, I enjoyed your blog. Perhaps I should be wishing to marry a certain librarian from northeastern Oklahoma… 😉

    Ah, if wishes were horses.

  3. It’s been years since I have wished upon a dandelion. I admit, I had forgotten all about it. Life, and growing older sometimes have a tendency to get in the way of the simple pleasures we enjoy as a child. This post has brought tears to my eyes, as many of the things I read on your site do. More than tears, in fact. Though I won’t go into it all here. 😀

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