I received a phone call on Friday afternoon. I was sitting in the backyard, reading a book in a sunbeam while one boy napped and the other played in his playroom. My Husband was allowing me some quiet “Me Time” on my birthday and I couldn’t have been more grateful. I smiled as I saw the Munchkin’s smiling face on my caller ID, letting me know that the phone call would be worth interrupting the second page of the book that was already making me laugh.

I briefly talked with her Dad before he handed Miss Munchkin the phone. My heart is always so full and so fearful when we talk. Why fearful? It just is; I don’t necessarily have an explanation. I’ll try. It basically feels like you’re in middle school and you desperately want for the person on the other end to like you even though you’re dorky (I am), boring (like me) and generally less cool than the person on the phone (you know, like me). Thankfully, she likes me and my heart is relieved.

As usual, she offered a gem of beauty during our conversation.

Munchkin: The yard is full of wishing flowers so you can come over and make a wish if you want!
Munchkin’sFirstMom: I’d like that.

Yes, I would like that, my dear. I have so many wishes. But, of course, my biggest wish is that you will be happy in this life. Happiness means so many things to even one singular person, let alone the outside world looking in, so I just hope she is able to find her own happiness.

Wishing flowers. She’s so beautiful.