MAKE A WISH

When I looked over at him he stopped and brought his hand closer towards my face. “Hold still.” he said.

It was first thing in the morning and my husband Steven and I were busy getting ready for work. I was standing in front of our closet, wondering what I was going to wear, when Steven came over and reached in to get his shirt off the hanger.

I instantly pulled away. “Why?”

Steven shook his head and laughed. “You know you have some serious trust issues.”

I held up one of my hands. “Hey, I just don’t like surprises.”

“You have an eyelash on your cheek.” He reached over and plucked it off my cheek. While it rested on his pointer finger he held it out to me. “Make a wish.”

I thought about it for a moment, silently made my wish and tried to blow the lash off his finger, but it didn’t budge. “Okay, that’s a do over!” I called as I reached over and took the lash off his finger.

Steven shook his head. “Nope. I’m pretty sure if you don’t blow it off the first time it means your wish won’t come true.”

I put the eyelash on the tip of my finger. “Well, I say it’s my eyelash and it should have been on my finger to begin with.” I blew it off and it quickly disappeared. “See! Now my wish will come true!” I smiled as I went back to trying to decide what to wear.

“Did you make a new wish?” He asked as he slipped his shirt on and began buttoning it up.

“No. It was the same as the first one.” I reached into the closet and pulled out a sweater and tossed in on the bed.

“It doesn’t work like that.” Steven said as he grabbed the hanger with his pants on it. “The lash never moved on that wish which means that wish was denied.”

I looked over at the clock on my bedside table and sighed. “Oh, great. I’m running late.” I pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt. “I can’t believe we’re arguing over an eyelash wish.” I slipped on my pants and reached over for the shirt. I quickly slipped it over my head and began fumbling to get my arms through the sleeves.

“It’s not arguing.” Steven said as he closed the closet doors. “It’s discussing the nuances of wish making.”

“So an eyelash wish is different than birthday candles?” I grabbed my shoes and headed for the bedroom door.

“Well, if you don’t blow all the candles out, in one puff, your wish isn’t going to come true either.” Steven was following me down the hall as I went into the living room.

Sitting on a chair I began to put on my shoes. “But if they don’t blow all the candles out, in one puff, nobody tells the birthday person that their birthday wish isn’t going to come true.”

“Well, of course not.” Steven was at the foyer closet getting his coat. “Nobody’s going to say that out loud. It’s the person’s birthday!” He looked over at me. “Do you have your car keys? I’ll start your car up for you.”

“Oh, thanks.” I took the keys from my pocketbook and handed them to him.

While he was outside I went into the kitchen to pack my lunch.

As I was putting my sandwich in my lunchbox my son Alex came out into the kitchen. “Hey, have you ever made a wish on an eyelash?” I asked.

Alex started to laugh. “I have.”

“So, if it doesn’t blow away the first time do you ever do a do over?”

“Sure.”

Steven opened the front door.

“Alex said it’s okay to do a do over!” I called.

Alex looked over at me and began to shake his head. “What did you just get me in the middle of?”

I reached and patted his arm. “No worries. You gave the right answer.”