"11:11; make a wish. But you have to dance until 11:12 if you want it to come true."
So that's what we did, my friend who is the closest thing to Anne Shirley in real life and I did. To make matters more scrumptious her strawberry blonde locks paired with my brunette made the options for Halloween delightful.
I never asked for an explanation behind the significance of this ritual. To be honest, I never thought of it. All I needed to know was that her mother, who lost her fight to cancer the semester before, had taught her to stop everything and dance and dream for two minutes a day. So we danced and dreamed. Now a decade later and the time always transports me back to the image of a girl dancing in joy despite grief with dreams of life overcoming death.
My soul cried and sang when I heard the words:
"Time of birth: 11:11 a.m."
Our son came into the world Easter morning, and it is only fitting his birth would take place at a time that encapsulates the whole day- a time of hope and joy in the faithfulness of Our Lord. Now when I gaze into those little eyes, I am reminded of the goodness of God, not just because life is a precious gift, but because twice a day for a decade-
11:11, I wished for you.
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