We were driving home from a birthday party this hot Sunday afternoon, sweaty and sticky, with a frustrated toddler in the backseat, when I spied a little secret garden of dandelions along the roadside in their glorious “wishing” prime.

It had been a weekend of projects, social gatherings, long conversations, big decisions, errands and commitments. I felt the self-imposed pressure of getting home for dinner, baths, and bedtime routine. We were all tired. There was a good chance Arlo would lose his mind at being removed and then replaced into the car seat…
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But there were just so many wishes to be wished.

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And it was a pure magic.

Always choose the wishes.