After eating some cake to celebrate my birthday, we move outside to put Brin in the swing. In a few minutes she springs a question on me.

“Dad, what did you wish for?”

“Well”, I say, hesitating, “if I tell you it might not come true.”

“It’s ok, Dad. I’ll make it come true.” she says, sweetly.

After a pause I tell her, “My wish was to have many, many more birthdays with my wonderful family.”

Brinley closes her eyes for a bit.

With a smile she opens her eyes and says, “There, now it’s come true.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

I am beginning to get misty-eyed when she follows up with, “But you might die pretty soon because you’re getting really, really old.”