Making Wishes

Our back yard is covered with dandelions.  I like to think that Ethne sent them just for me (even though the logical side of my brain knows it probably has more to do with the little girls who lived here before. We had the yard power raked and I was afraid that it would kill all the dandelions, but a then next day they started popping right back up.

Today I was out in the yard with Edward and I showed him how to make wishes by blowing the fluff off.  He wasn't really interested in what I wanted to show him and I thought he hadn't watched, but the next thing I knew he was picking up fluffy dandelions and trying to blow them.  He would hold them at arm's length and blow his little heart out, confused that it wasn't working.  I would try to help him, but he would give me a dirty look and keep doing it his way, then tear the little weed to pieces.

When he gives me looks like this he reminds me of Ethne.  She loved blowing dandelions.  She loved flowers, butterflies, dresses, and everything girly.  Edward is a whole new adventure.  He is such a boy.  So busy, loves cars, balls, and climbing.  I love my little boy.  He is so perfect.  But I miss Ethne and I miss her girly-ness.  So I am making wishes that I will have girly again, just as Edward is surely wishing for more dirt, balls, and cars.

"For just as the swan's last song is the sweetest of its life, so loss is made endurable by love and it is love that will echo through eternity."  ~ Call the Midwife