January 12

Isaac gave me a sweet, spontaneous gift yesterday during our walk:

It was damp thanks to the light rain that fell as we strolled, so I carefully placed it on the windowsill before coming inside. Then today when I went outside, I spied it, looking fluffy and dry, just where I left it.

And I marveled again over the sweetness of Isaac's gesture, and mulled over what I should wish with my wisher.

The whole experience made me grateful that we're always free to pray whenever we have wishes that we'd like to see come true. Because after all, even though they feel secular in nature, wishes really are prayers, too.