My Wish

Spring of 2007, I graduated from University with my Bachelor’s Degree in English Communications at the ripe old age of 20.  I remember driving home from school, my cute, purple Sebring Convertible loaded down as full as I could fit it with all of the important things that I pulled out of my dorm room.  I drove alone, my parents and sister in other cars, and spent the three hour trip back to my parents’ house listening to Rascal Flatts “My Wish” on repeat.

I sang along, the lyrics making life sound almost easy, like it would make sense.  In that moment, the song resonated, maybe because it’s really just about figuring things out, and at twenty, I had a lot of things to figure.   I’m not sure life ever makes sense the way you hope it will while it happens.  In my admittedly somewhat limited experience, you are seldom allowed to see the path you’ll be walking until it’s behind you.

Two nights ago, Jeremiah and I packed up and moved our bed, clothes, and other everydays across the river to the ranch.  It was after dark and wildly cold, but we did it.

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He drove the truck and trailer; I followed behind, driving my cute little Jetta and listening to the radio.  This time, I didn’t have a song on repeat.  (Although, Rockin’ Me by Steve Miller Band popped up and felt apt.)  I did have the same feeling though.  I was in the middle of one of the big moments, one that I could recognize even as a turning point.

When I drove home in the Sebring, I honestly thought I knew what direction I was going, but I hadn’t the slightest.  That drive took me back home.  The path it started me down was towards a Master’s Degree, then a husband, then, fourteen years after I started working there as a teenager, the path brought me right back to the ranch.

 

 

Also, just in case you were curious, here are the lyrics to that song I played on repeat driving home:

Rascal Flatts – “My Wish”

I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,
And each road leads you where you want to go,
And if you’re faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin’ till you find the window,
If it’s cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,

But more than anything, more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God’s grace, in every mistake,
And you always give more than you take.

But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

This is my wish
I hope you know somebody loves you
May all your dreams stay big

 

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11 thoughts on “My Wish

  1. You observe something it takes some of us much longer to figure out….life just doesn’t seem to follow our plans as neatly as we would like. And often that turns into unexpected joys. Congratulations on moving into the ranch, Cherity. One big obstacle out of the way. I”ll have to go Google “My Wish” now, don’t know that song.

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