Shooting star (noun): A small, rapidly moving meteor burning up on entering the earth’s atmosphere
Sometimes I just write, I don’t even know who to. I found this on my phone, written at 11pm on Sunday 22nd December 2019, three weeks after finding out I was pregnant with my third child. Reading it back, I guess it was written for Summer.
One night in Jordan, we sat out stargazing. Lying down on the roof, glancing upwards, I managed to see three shooting stars.
James hadn’t seen them, as he’d been concentrating on taking photos, but he asked me if I’d made a wish. Kicking myself, I told him that I hadn’t. I’d completely forgotten that you could make a wish on a shooting star.
The next night, I sat out again, determined to see another shooting star and ready to make my wish: I was going to wish for a baby. I didn’t see a shooting star that night, or for the rest of the trip. I was gutted for having lost the opportunity to make my wish.
Turns out, my wish had already been granted. Four days later I found out I was pregnant, and my baby had been there, stargazing with me the whole time. I hope he or she used those wishes.
This is beautiful! There was Summer.
I do this too, my phone notes are full of random thoughts as I go, usually when I was commuting.