In which our Heroine turns Thirty.
I will confess that most of the time, the wishes I make as I blow out the candles are quickly made up, ill-thought out, and fairly useless. They are split-second decisions that will probably have no bearing on my life, so I just go through the motions. This year, as I focused on the single candle aglow atop my sprinkled cupcake, I decided to make a real wish. I wanted it to be one that mattered and that would have some kind of magical power in changing my life for the better. Perhaps it was the 15 primary-aged children who surrounded me at our ward’s park day that brought on my sudden belief in the enduring magical powers of a cheap candle, perhaps it was the bright sun, or maybe it was the kindness of my friends in providing me with a sugary reason to celebrate. Whatever the case, I threw my birthday wish out into the wind, “Let this year be full of good health and happy moments.” Well, more or less, since I was thinking less in words and more in emotions: a big bubble of happiness rising around me and my cupcake.
Good job on making it through a rough year. It was tough at times, but you're a trooper.
P.S. I think you’re swell.