It's a clear night tonight. Many stars, all different, all beautiful. Some a little more orange, some a little more blue. Some alone, some in groups. Some twinkle. Some beam down at you with all their strength. Some you hardly even realize are there until you look harder and see they were there all along. And the longer you look, the more you see, shining with you.
That's my life. When I was sixteen I used to look hopefully upward until the first star appeared. I wished for love. When I was twenty-six I used to look questioningly upward and think the stars were laughing at me, for they had given me what I asked for but it wasn't what I wanted after all. Now that I'm thirty-six I realize that, for a long time now, I've been looking up at the skies and seeing, not one first star, but a sky full of stars, and that my wish has come true a thousand times over. So many people in my life, so much love in my life, and every love different. Every one of them making the sky more beautiful. And the skies don't laugh at me any more. The stars have never smiled more warmly.
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