Tonight in the middle of the chaos, kids screaming, people laughing, TV blaring, I took myself outside on this Christmas Eve. It was brittle cold and crisp, and the sky was clear. I looked up and noticed the stars that were as bright as I have ever seen them.
I remembered years ago looking at those same stars, picking out the dippers and other constellations and the wishes I had made. I don't know which ones came true there were so many. But I do remember the girl that made those wishes when her life was still ahead of her.
I am not the girl I used to be on the outside, but in the inside she stirs still, and has dreams. The stars are still the same, and will be long after I am gone. Will they remember the girl with the big eyes, and wild dreams? The girl that believed that every day was full of magic and wonder? Will they have a place for me when my time is done?
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