Look at all the wishes

That's what my daughter told me early this morning as we took a walk by ourselves in the woods, the trail down and then across the street.

She pointed to a line of half a dozen or so of fuzzy weeds, and said in her excited little voice...

"Mommy, look at all the wishes."

It was such a sweet thing to say, all child, all imagination, all real, all truth at the same time. I wish I had her heart.

But something struck me again about these dandelion wishes, later on the trail.

Ella plucked a smaller dandelion and then, POOF!

"Hey, my wish left!"

I said, without thinking, "God wished this one for you."

Her little fuzzies had left the stem before she could wish, but I like to think now that those fuzzies left because God was with us while we walked, and spoke to me through that moment.

What a wonderful thought.