Hold on to your sunbonnets! glassybaby is celebrating spring like never before with the sui generis "fresh from the garden" photo contest. We can hardly wait to see all the beautiful, life-affirming, garden-meets-glassybaby images. (Inspired? click here to learn more: http://www.glassybaby.com/news.asp)
It makes me think of renewal and spring when I hear tales of the impending arrival of the stork bearing small bundles. And so it was in the University Village store, according to Christina, when a young mother-to-be came in with news of her first child due in four months. She had just found out that it was a boy. And which glassybaby do you think she chose to give to each new grandmother? Why, of course, "fortitude"!
As the mother of two boys, I don’t know how she could have chosen more wisely! I know those grandmas will love it.
Tracy and Debra related an engaging story: last week they were at the Special Olympics Breakfast when they heard a "psst!" Surprised, they looked to see that a note was being passed to them from another guest at their table. (Memories of grade school!) The affable note read: "GlassyBaby Girls, Relish your candleholders. glowing Beauty. Keep up the good work!!" How nice was that? I almost thought it was a haiku.
Do you know how you dream of something when you are a young girl and never tell anyone? Remember the refrain from the old Disney tune, "A dream is a wish your heart makes"? Well so do I. As I light my cadre of "dream" glassybaby and savor their magical radiance I know that no matter how many years pass, I will always dream.
A little girl I know just turned eleven. Her parents had thrown her a lovely party with homemade cupcakes and a bevy of friends, and she went to sleep that night brimming with enchanted thoughts. The next morning her papa encountered her at the breakfast table looking wistful and dispirited. As he tried to glean the cause of her unhappiness, she whispered, "It didn’t come."
"All my life, every time I wished on a first evening star or on my birthday candles, I have dreamed of this and never told anyone, for I have been waiting for my eleventh birthday in hopes against everything that I know, it would come--I have dreamed of getting an invitation by post to Hogwarts and it didn't come, and now I know it never will." As she spoke a plump crystal tear hung in the corner of each eye.
Her father pulled her close, at a loss for what to say to this pure, perhaps fading remnant of childhood innocence and belief in dreams.
At about that time her eight-year-old, more pragmatic sister materialized and inquired, "You really believed in that??" Out of the mouths of babes.... Pop! Back to reality in a trice!
Here's hoping for sweet dreams for all of our glassybaby community!
Until next time,