Forty One Wishes

Dearest Angela, 

I wish for you the happiest of sunrises.

The healthiest boys.

Belly laughs.

Tickle fights.

And pillow fights.

I wish you the time to grieve when you need to.

The time to be happy because you deserve it.

I wish for you the sincerest of friends.

The support and comfort of family.

The closeness to your step daughters.

I wish for you a baby unicorn in your honor.

I wish for mountain hikes.

And rainbow chasing.

And mud pie making.

I wish for t-ball playing.

And Lego building.

And creepy bug collecting.

I wish for you the brightness of the moonlight.

And the peacefulness of the stars.

I wish for you a thousand memories.

And then a million more.

I wish for you to begin the new ones.

To treasure how they started.

To hope for those memories to grow.

I wish for you to hold your independence high.

I wish for you to know how far you’ve already come.

I wish for you to dream new dreams.

Want new wants.

And need new needs.

I wish for you the time to smell the roses.

To watch the grass grow.

And gaze at the mountains in the distance.

I wish for you the peace and love he gave to us.

But to you tenfold.

I wish for your true happiness.

I wish for you the strength to raise your boys.

The strength to know you are not alone.

I wish for you the strength to carry on.
I wish for you a restful night sleep.
With his arms around you.
His soul guiding your heart.