- 6 years ago
- Wedding: June 2013
I just wanted to share a little something with my fellow bees, since I don’t often share many of my own things (although I am forever reading the posts of other Bee’s. I think I am addicted to this website!).
The last few months (probably closer to a year) have been difficult for me and my family. We have had issues with my father who is an alcoholic, my Mom has primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis, my younger brother rencently had a biking accident, etc etc! (BUT, it can always be worse, so I try to remain positive). I came to the Bee for ideas & advice while planning my upcoming wedding, but found a lot more than that. While dealing with my own issues, I have gathered much inspiration from hearing many of your own stories. The Bee has been a little light at the end of the tunnel for me 🙂
SO, that being said, I thought I would share something of my own. Today I went to get a little tattoo on my foot, with my lovely Mom. Since she isn’t able to get any tattoos she wanted to live vicariously through me! It is obviously very fresh, and has not healed yet, that’s why it doesn’t look ‘crisp’ yet! A few people asked me “Why Wish?”, so I wrote the “little” blurb below.
For those of you who are encountering your own struggles, stay strong! You are never alone.
(A smidge of new ink on my foot; for my spirit.)
11:11.Falling Stars. Eyelashes. Dandelions. Pennies. Glitter. Ladybugs. Wishing Wells. Acorns. Wishbones. Birthday Candles.Coincidences. Rainbows. Four Leaf Clovers.Purple Sunsets.
I think (maybe secretly) we all wish for things. After all, we were taught to “make a wish” on many things as children. I don’t know if I believe in fate, but I do know that regardless of whether or not fate exists, I make wishes often; on whatever I can. Sometimes the things I hope for are silly; sometimes I hope for things that are immense and impossible.
I wish for kindness. I wish for courage. I wish that you would hold my hand forever. I wish for the roses to flower all year long. I wish to never lose my imagination. I wish for good news. At least once in a while. I wish for infinity wishes.
When I feel torn, overwhelmed and disappointed, I wish for peace. Lately, I find myself often wishing for this. Peace within myself, peace within the souls of the ones that are dear to me, and peace within our troubled world.
Bust mostly, my wishes are for my Mom. I wish for a CURE. The fear of the unknown consumes me from time to time, and my attempts to bury feelings of uneasiness about the future increase in number as time goes on. Her smile, the way her eyes sparkle, and her laugh are things that I need in my life, irreplaceable and exceptional things that I cannot live without. I wish for a CURE, I wish for a CURE. I wish that repeating it, holding my breath, and closing my eyes would make it come true.
When I fall asleep on nights where my heart feels filled with love, when I feel warm sand between my toes, when I stay up until dawn to finish a good book, when I dream of loved ones, when I watch the first snow fall of the winter season, when I create beautiful things, I wish that I will always remember that I already have most everything I could ever wish for.