Isabella was 8 years
old, and her bedtime was 8 pm.
Her Daddy tucked her in and looked out her batten burg
lace curtained window. He smiled to himself and said to
Isabella, "Come quick, it's a shooting star!"
She jumped from her
cozy bed and scampered to the window beneath her Daddy's
arm. Her Daddy pointed to the western sky as he hoisted
Isabella up in his arms. She saw the tail of the star
passing by. "Now Isabella, you must say the special
poem that was written long ago for just such an occasion".
"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."
Isabella stumbled
through the first line and then said: "I think I
may I wish I might, see a star sprite tonight." Her
Daddy chuckled and asked: "What is a star sprite?"
"Oh Daddy", Isabella smiled, "You know
that they are the little pieces of a wish that fall to
earth from the star that was wished on. They help your
wishes come true."
"So this isn't
the first star you have wished on Isabella?" Her
Daddy inquired. "Daddy, I'm 8 years old that's many
nights of stars and wishes."
Bob thought back to
the night of Isabella's birth, the night he wished on
the first star he saw for his first child's health. Remembering
back to that night and staring at the star, he thought
he saw the glint of pink filter down from the sky.
