As the Minnesota winter lingered on in full force in February we found
ourselves a second weekend in a row in the nearby conservatory. We
wandered through the beautifully landscaped greenhouses breathing in the
humid, oxygen-rich air, remembering what it is like to be surrounded by
green things. As my children dangled over the edge of a fountain,
reaching for the tricking water, a conservatory volunteer handed them
each a penny, instructing each to make a wish and throw the penny in. My
2-year-old son flung his in with gusto, but the girls pondered over
their wishes for a moment and tossed theirs in as well. As we were
walking away from the fountain through the greenery, one of my daughters
clasped my hand and said, “Do you know what I wished for, Mom? I wished
that I would go to Heaven someday.”
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