White stone (for 5.1.12)

“The white rocks are my favorite.” She states, as we walk around the side of her house on a “wishing stone” hunt.

“Why’s that?”

“Because they are so pretty and bright once you rinse the dirt off.”

“Yah, I guess the white ones are my favorite, too.”

And as I look at her glowing face I think, “Someday, Sami, you will have another white rock that you will call beautiful, another rock that you can’t help but steal glances at. Someday you will have a diamond ring that shows how much he loves you. Someday, but not for a while.