“Look mommy!” the three year old pranced around the yard, holding a dandelion in her hand.

            “It’s a dandelion. You can blow it and make a wish!”

            “Like a flying star?”

            Pam laugher, “Yes, like a shooting star. Try it. Close your eyes, and make a wish – but you can’t tell me, okay?”

            The little girl nodded seriously, her brown curls bobbing up and down. She closed her eyes, and pursed her lips. Pam watched at the fluff flied through the air, dancing up and down in the wind.