If I Had the Power to Grant Wishes

Birthdays are a time for wishes. You get to make a wish when you blow out the candles. I'm not sure who we direct the wish to, but somewhere in the universe there is a granter of birthday wishes.

Now, there's a job I'd love. Imagine delivering a new bike to a 6 year old and watching the smile. You could watch him climb on his shiny red bike (all bikes should be red). He would push off down the driveway and wobble a bit at first. Then he would circle round and round the block till there was no doubt who was in control of the bike. Then a stray cat with mange would dash out from under the shrubs and scare the little kid and make him fall from the bike and scrape both his knees. Hey, don't blame me. I was just the one who gave him the bike.

But if I could grant wishes I wouldn't have let my darling, Darlene, down. It was her birthday yesterday and I truly suck. I didn't get her card in the mail on time. Actually, I didn't get her card in the mail at all. But that doesn't mean I didn't think about her, several times. It was either to late to call or too early. Yes, I suck. But if I could grant her a wish it would be big. Something like:

I would make her charming and warm and caring. Children would shout in excitement when she appeared. They would give her nicknames to show their affection, like Mrs. B or DingDing. I would give her friends who adore her and family who love her. I would make her funny and wise. I would let her live in a place where the sun always shines and there would be a breeze to cool her. I would give her great taste and a nack for giving people the best gifts. She would make people laugh and always be glad she was around. She would be the kind of woman who lives a great life.

Looks like the real granter of birthday gifts already beat me to it. Then again, she's had the chance to make a lot of birthday wishes already. Oh come on, you didn't think I could go without making a dig about her age did you?