Thursday, September 3, 2015

When you wish

Yesterday a colleague mentioned that she had seen my son in the distance at a park.

"He touched my heart merely through my quiet observation of him: he was plucking dandelions (ones that had matured into the sort that you can blow on them and make the seeds scatter). He was blowing and making his wishes into the passing wind! I hope and trust they are all coming true in his own time..."