granted

If I could dip my finger in moonlight and write this in the midnight blue sky, I'd tell you that I have made wishes since I was small - I have blown eyelashes off of fingertips and closed my eyes at the twinkle of evening's first star. I have held a wishbone and wondered over the possibility. I have stood on tiptoe at the edge of a wishing well, holding my penny with fingers tight and red. I have laid on a worn plaid quilt in the middle of my grandpa's farm on a deep summer night and watched as countless shooting stars filled the sky.

And every wish, every birthday candle and wishbone, every offering to close my eyes and hope--- every single wish--- I wished for you.