The wish box
I spoke to J today about the trip here in a week and caught her up on everything that has happened to me in the last month – she was significantly enthusiastic and said repeatedly “my how things can change in six months. last time we saw you, your goal was to get a man to make dinner for you” – I told her I expect this is the way it goes, one moment you are waking up in your bed wondering how you could possibly ever co-habitate much less fall in love with a person again, and then next you are waking up every morning with someone who you can’t imagine ever not waking up with again.
In Shanghai back in October, and then again in Phoenix later that same month, friends put wishes into my wish box that prayed for me to find my next big love, to feel secure in my home and work, to have a child, to see my mother healthy – in the span of a few months – all of their wishes for me are unfolding. And oh, what a difference to me.