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…
For her to always be loved and accepted for who she is
For him to continue to feel confident and special
For her to get the “all clear” … this is the news we all long to hear
For him to make the right 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.