To the girl in the row behind me.
You celebrated your birthday tonight the best way I know how….surrounded
by your girlfriends.
I heard you snicker and whisper when the dress began to
unfold from the fairy godmother’s wand.
I felt the air leave the room when he turned around with the
glass slipper in his hand and dissipate as he walked toward her.
old, rich or poor.
have them. There comes a moment in each
of our lives where we experience something, whether real or make believe that
transforms us. It takes us to a place that
makes our hearts soar, our souls fulfilled and if but for a moment….we are
experiencing a dream. And, we are loved (rag-tag dress and all).
white stags. There was a ball. There was the experience of perfection
(seriously the swing in a secret garden!), and then the deeply felt illusion that it all
you caught a glimpse of what could be.
The feeling you have, right now, in the backseat of a minivan as your mom drives you
home. The giddy conversation that will
ensue as the clock is now striking midnight and you are still bundled up in a
blanket fort eating oreos and potato chips without a care in the world. Tonight
you will fall asleep on your super-soft, overly-washed Hello Kitty pillow
case with a big smile on your face.
Because you experienced it.
hurt. The love. The reality of being chosen.
it. Wondering if it’s true. If it’s real.
If it’s only for some girls and not for you. You will be heart broken, and fall in love
again. You will cry and laugh and
discover. After all that’s what
adolescents is all about.
special to offer, but ALL that you are. That
will always be enough.
glass slippers and enjoy bedtime whispers.
and your days be light.
banner each and every night.
and your realities be rich.
is my wish.