Magic

Magic comes easily to me.

I’m surrounded by it.

I am convinced that fairies still live in our flowerbeds,

And I can’t afford to leave a lucky penny in the parking lot alone.

Stray eyelashes mean wishes.

Ladybugs are lucky.

Magic.

When I was in high school someone told me that if you looked at a clock at 11:11 you could make a wish.

Every day I catch wishing time I make the same wish.

It comes naturally now.

After almost nine years.

“I wish that Jake Topham will have a good day”.

I like to think my wishes come true most days.

There’s magic in the wishes.

In the ladybugs.

The lashes and the flowerbeds.

But mostly there’s magic in Jake.

In our little life.

In the thank you prayers.

Extraordinary magic.

A few nights ago we turned on phone flashlights and shined them up at the ceiling.

Our little family found magic in shadow puppets.

Hands became bunnies, puppies, ducks, and more.

We laughed and told stories.

Magic.

My favorite part was when Jake’s big strong hand and Hank’s growing one met to make a lopsided heart on the ceiling.

As I watched all snuggled up in our bed it was as if I was seeing my own heart up there.

Magic.

We fell asleep with smiles on our faces.

I saw theirs before I closed my eyes.

These boys are magic.

Happy Valentine’s Day to my very favorites.
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I couldn’t be happier.