Darlene Ernesta, my Cabbage Patch Kid.

(Pre-Script: This post fills your hearts desires when read while the song, " Only Hope," #47 on the playlist, plays in the background. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)

Remember the time when you were 8, and you wanted something so badly you could taste, and the desire was like a hard candy you sucked on and savored and salivated over? Remember how you would pray for a miracle, pray that the object of your desire would suddenly appear, and be yours, all yours, because such a thing was too bizarre to ever hope it could ever be, so bizarre that you just yes, did let yourself hope for it against all hope. And then day after day it wasn't yours. And day after day, you believed, prayed, and waited, since that was all that you could do. Time did not diminish your resolve to acquire the thing you desired. It was like the everlasting Gobstopper who's flavor richened, deepened, and took on new notes the more you savored and sucked on it's sweetness.
And then, after a period of time of yearning, remember when you finally did receive such a wonderful thing? That initial shock of unbelief, then the flood of giddy, uncontainable delight?
I hope that after savoring that sweet juicy thing, after a period of time of wanting that thing, you received it. Because to receive something you have only dreamed of and yearned for for a period of time so very badly is one of the greatest pleasures one can experience in this lifetime.

-XOXO,