For as long as I can remember, whenever a clock has struck 11:11; I have wished for love. Long before I thought I was ready for a relationship, and even throughout my quest baby – at 11:11 I have wished for love. I’ve still prayed for a baby, and my sole focus has been thrown in that direction, but my wishes? My wishes have been for love.
I’m not sure why my wish hasn’t changed, even in light of my new priorities; even as all of my prayers have. It might have something to do with the fact that I feel that right now (and very possibly only right now) a baby is obtainable if all the pieces line up just right, and so that is where I would like God directing his attention. Love on the other hand still seems mystical to me – it still seems like something I don’t quite understand and therefore may never truly have.
I have always had a feeling that it was possible I would be alone for most of my life. It’s not that I thought I couldn’t get a man (because, I can get a man!), it was just more that I wasn’t sure I would ever find one who I was willing to give up part of my life to; even if I did find him, I wasn’t sure I would know how to make it work.
(community discussion: What do YOU wish for?)
About 2 years ago I told my friends that I wanted to get married on November 11th, 2011. I swore that was the date – the one I would always be able to celebrate my love on.
There is still time. 11/11/11 is still a ways away.
I looked at the clock today at 11:11; I wished for love. I’m not giving up on that wish.
I may be doing things completely backwards right now, and Mr. Wonderful may have to deal with the results of my choices in the future, but he’s out there – and he is going to make an amazing dad.
Because I wished for him.
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