What Do I Wish For?

Tagged. This lady did me the honors. I get three wishes......three WISHES!!! Whatever will I do with them. Allow me a moment to bend your ear....er should I say eyes.

“Three Things MeMe. The three things are supposed to be things that you would like to see occur in your lifetime--serious or silly or sentimental, leaving out Peace In Our Lifetime, Cure for Cancer, all the standard stuff."

Wish # 1: First let me say this is pretty tough, even though technically they are just wishes, this is an enormous responsibility. I feel I must chose carefully.

I guess my first wish would be to sing at the Grand Ole Opry. Perhaps even duet with Keith Urban. YUM. If I must wish, it's going to be big. Do I get to feel his butt as part of the wish, or does that count as another wish??

Wish # 2: Could someone hurry up and impeach Big Dubya. I can't comment any further, it angers me so.

Wish # 3: To snorkle the Great Barrier Reef. Holy dog shit that would be awesome. Can the hubby come as part of that wish? Or Keith Urban......either one is fine.

Just kidding babe. You know I love you.

Okay, so there it is in a nutshell. My heart's desire. I'd tag someone if I had anyone left to tag, but only three people have read my blog. Two which have already been hit and one that doesn't have a blog. Does that mean I can't get my wishes now?

Damn.

The Story Teller.

The funniest thing happened the other day while I was getting things ready for dinner. S and her little buddy O were drawing/writing a little story. Of course, each of them felt the need to copy the other's ideas while embelishing on them with their own brilliant versions of what should happen. Moments later, S ran into the kitchen and began to narate her creation to me while I swept the floor.

It goes a little like this.

S: Ok, Mom, wanna hear my story?

Me: Of course I do, lay it on me.

S: Ok. Ahem.

(page one) One day I was waiting for my birthday party. (page two) Then I saw that my parents had already made me my birthday cake. I was, um, wait, let me count the candles. Ok, I was nine years old. (page three) When it was time for my birthday O, E and J were waiting in my room to surprise me. They didn't know I had gymnastics, so, they waited a long, long, long time, but then I came back home and went into my room and they jumped out of my closet and surprised me and put a crown on my head. They were wearing hats too, but not a crown one because that is only for the girl having her party. We had lots of fun, and played a lot of games.
(page four) D N.

Me: Oh, S, what a wonderful story.

She skipped off to the living room as proud as any six year old would, having just gotten major approval from her Mother, whom she adores and lives to please. Meanwhile, in the kitchen sat her Mother laughing ever so quietly, yet ever so hard she almost peed herself because her daughter just wrote D N at the end of her story. Obviously, this was meant to be "the end" but I wouldn't chose any other ending than the one she wrote.

I am constantly reminded by my child to cherish the little things. Cherish all the special moments; to never forget what's important in life. I think in the hustle and bustle of everyday life we often forget that it's about the moment. Our only job is to make the most of every single breath that we take. Life is not an entitlement, but a gift.

Thank you S, for reminding me daily of the gifts. I sure have learned a lot from you.