All My Dandelion Wishes

Dear Future Me,

Did it happen? Did they arrive?

Or are you still blowing on every dandelion that's gone by?

Are you still wishing on every star?

Are you praying every 11:11 for a miracle?

Did you lose another one?

I'm sure, in all His goodness, God gave you a child.

I'm sure they're beautiful, with brown hair and hazel eyes and pink little cheeks.

I'm sure you sing together, and soak in their sweet voice.

The voice you've heard in your dreams for years.

I'm sure you had sleepless nights, but I'm also sure you don't mind.

People don't understand that what they would consider a blessing

we would give anything to trade for a night of rocking a fussy baby.

I'm confident your patience was rewarded.

It was, wasn't it?