Isn't the tradition of birthday wishes interesting? I mean, who thought up this idea anyway? Tuesday night I blew out birthday candles for the 26th time in my life. As I made my wish, a million thoughts ran through my already muddled mind. How I wanted to wish for the things I used to wish for. The simple things in life. Until I was about ten years old, I wished to be a princess every single time I wished on my birthday candles. No lie. Castles, crowns, jewelry, dresses . . . I wanted the whole deal. I thought that would be the icing on the cake (no pun intended).
Life has changed my wishes. I couldn't help but reflect on the wish I made last year as my sweet Gavin was in the NICU. I remember wishing that we would get a miracle and that Gavin would be healthy enough to have a long and productive life. I wished that his heart surgery would go well. I wished that he would know how much I love him. I wished that he would feel no pain.
This year my wish went something like this . . . I wish that one day I would be able to have all three of my boys together. I wish that this new baby boy will be healthy and happy. I wish that I could see Gavin one more time.