The Most Magic Thing Ever


When I was hoping madly for a tiny Tiger to come safely into the world, I used to wish on small silver dandelion seeds, blow and let the winds take my words to the place where wishes are granted.

Today, I watched as my precious Braveheart picked up dandelion stalks, blew and let her own whisperings be stolen by the breeze.

I may have shed a tear. It may have been the most magic thing ever.