Ten Wishes

 I sang, “We three kings of Orientar” for ages until I realized that Orientar isn’t a place. I eventually figured out that “Paper Bag Writer” isn’t correct either. Seems I’ve been mangling song lyrics for decades.

Anyway, the time my girlfriends and I rode camelback through the desert, I felt like one of the Three Kings of said song — we were three wise-ish woman on a quest. Sleeping under a blanket of stars, I made a wish and hoped it would come true. And it has. *looks toward my happy family*

As Christmas day and the new year approach, I have new hopes and wishes…

I wish:

For her to always be loved and accepted for who she is.
For him to continue to feel confident and loved. 
For her to get the “all clear” … this is the news we all long to hear.
For him to make the best decision because decisions like these are hard.
For her to find her voice.
For them to find their groove — to make a difference and feel important.
For her to find love. 
For him to find peace.
For her to find a resolution.
For him, I wish health and joy and of course, love. Lots of love, always.

Merry Christmas everyone. May all your wishes come true.

Lisa xo

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