We’re big on wishes in this house — falling stars, birthday candles, eye lashes, four-leaf clovers, dandelion seeds.
We wish on just about anything.
Our post-Thanksgiving turkey tussles have become legendary.
Last night I found a wishbone tucked away in the cabinet above our stove. At first it grossed me out and I quickly calculated the last time I’d cooked a bird.
I’ll be honest, it had been a few weeks.
I turned to toss it, and then I paused.
Life’s too short, man. You have to wish upon every opportunity you have.
Hoard your wishes if you’d like.
Share them with a friend.
But, for the love of all things magical and free, never waste an opportunity to wish.
Step outside on a sticky sweet s’more summer night and wish upon the evening star.
Wish you may. Wish you might. Have the wish you wish tonight.
Wishes equal hope and God knows we need that in this world.
Wishes transcend the ages and best of all they’re free.
Throw a penny in a wishing well.
Close your eyes, think about what you want most in this world, and wish.
The rules are simple, the stakes high.
You can’t tell what you’ve wished for until it comes true. That’s the one real challenge of the gifted wisher.
Wishes can transform an ordinary Wednesday.
So, here’s your task: find a stray eyelash, or a dandelion gone to seed, or the first star you see.
Make a wish.
And then, the important part, believe.
We hope all your wishes come true.