Years ago, one of Madeline's friends was with us for a weekend trip. The young girl was very quiet, and almost whispered when she spoke. Imagine my surprise when she yelled out "11:11!" We all looked at her, she smiled and sheepishly explained the concept of 11:11.
She told us we needed to make sure our feet were not touching the ground, and as long as the clock said 11:11 you could make as many wishes as you want until the clock changes to 11:12.
Wow. As many wishes as I want just for keeping my feet off the ground for one minute? Sure seems like a deal to me considering I only get one wish while blowing out birthday candles. I'm in!
Whenever the clock says 11:11, my usually bare feet leave the ground, I smile and start wishing.
Happy 11-1-11. (Gosh, I can't wait for 11-11-11!)
She told us we needed to make sure our feet were not touching the ground, and as long as the clock said 11:11 you could make as many wishes as you want until the clock changes to 11:12.
Wow. As many wishes as I want just for keeping my feet off the ground for one minute? Sure seems like a deal to me considering I only get one wish while blowing out birthday candles. I'm in!
Whenever the clock says 11:11, my usually bare feet leave the ground, I smile and start wishing.
Happy 11-1-11. (Gosh, I can't wait for 11-11-11!)
