I heard my daughter’s voice playfully chatting outside my window which was nothing new as she often had conversations with her dolls. However, I noticed that her dolls were in our den and she had not taken them outside with her. Finding this odd I decided to check on her and see what she was doing.
As I opened the door the spring breeze kissed my cheeks and I inhaled the rich scent of the procreating earth. The wildflowers in my garden were blooming and the melody of their colors danced to the music of the wind singing in the trees.
Her laughter lilted down the path and tugged the corners of my mouth into a smile. “She is such a happy child,” I thought to myself. Quietly, I etched closer to where she was playing near our well.
When I saw her my heart stopped and I clasped my chest.
She was peering into the well and around her flickered minute wisps of light. I had no explanation for what those things were for it was not evening or time for lightning bugs to come out. They just flared and twinkled as she spoke, lifted into the air and faded away.
“Gracie! What are those?” I breathily whispered, too stunned and frightened to move. She glanced back at me and smiled, “Wishes Mama, wishes!”
Wishes, I mused, how can wishes become orbs of light? But how could I deny what I was seeing with my own eyes?
I called her over to me and gently brushed back her hair, “Gracie, I don’t fully understand but I am curious how your wishes turn into light. Is there something or someone in the well? How did you discover this?” “Oh mama,” she huffed, “you just believe!”
I just smiled because what else could I say? Taking my hand she led me back to our home beaming with glee. We had our tea and cookies and she went to play with her dolls in the den as I glanced back out the window to our garden. I still could not explain it but I knew that the next time I went to draw water I would drop a copper in the well and thank it for bringing happiness to my daughter.