I’ve been thinking, lately, about wishes.
About the physical sensation of wanting something so badly your heart feels it, you get that tug, like there’s a magnetic field outside your body pulling your heart toward it.
It’s not something that’s generally been on my grown-up mind, this idea of wishes. But as a kid, I remember lying in bed on more than one Christmas Eve longing, dreaming, wishing for something on my Santa list. I can still feel my heart stretch at the mere possibility of an Easy Bake Oven (I got one) or a Play Size Kitchen (I didn’t) under the tree the next morning.
I wanted it so bad.
I’ve had a wish come true, here of late. Remember the five bluebird eggs the Mama didn’t incubate? The ones that had disappeared when I got home yesterday? I knew from my research there was a chance they’d built a new nest over the old one. Maybe that means, I thought, they’ll lay new eggs.
I wish I wish I wish I wish.
This is what I found when I got home from work today.
Another chance at baby blues. Be still my heart!
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Yaaay! I share your joy.
It’s so exciting. I hope whatever has happened to the last two nests doesn’t happen again. I am anxious to see her start sitting on the nest!