Days like this only come around once every 400 years. It’s 10/10/10 in case you haven’t noticed. I realized it this morning at about 9:43 when I said to Eddie, “Tell me when it’s 10:10 am exactly so I can make a wish.” Well, he told me at 10:13. My heart sank at the thought of losing my once in a lifetime shot, until it struck me. I get another chance tonight! This time I set my alarm.
I’m not superstitious, but I’ve thrown my share of pennies into fountains. I bought Eddie a cute little glucken schwein (good luck pig), which he carries in his wallet. And ever since I was little, I’ve had a hang up with stepping only one foot inside each sidewalk square at a time – but I think that’s a little more OCD than superstition (I used to pretend each square was a button that lit up when I stepped on it). Well, that was a little more crazy than I intended on revealing. But anyway.
I’ve spent the day pondering what to make my one wish in 400 hundred years, wanting to get it just right. I soon realized that I already had almost everything I could ever want. Great family, wonderful husband, health, safety, friends. I mean sure, I could have better cuticles and less dog hair in my house, but when it comes down to it, I really couldn’t think of a special enough wish for myself that would warrant a 1 in 400 use.
That means only one thing. I will have to use the wish for someone else, the betterment of humanity, world peace, or child poverty. Because when I think of it that way, I suddenly have a million wishes to wish for. Tonight I’ll make my wish, which will actually be a prayer, for what has been laid on my heart. Of course, I can’t say what it is, or it won’t come true. But I pray it does. I hope. I wish.