“These are antique candles,” my mother said as she placed the half melted candles into the top of the cake.
I laughed, thinking she was making a joke.
“I’m serious! They belonged to your grandmother.”
I looked at the box…
Yup, definitely antique.
“They used to make candles that lasted a while,” she said. “Not one-and-done like they are now. Imagine how many wishes have been made by your family members on these very candles.”
It was a kind of magical thought. Wish-granters that were honored by being placed back into their box for safe keeping – until the next wish.
How many people had wished on them?
For what did they wish?
Did their wishes come true?
I guess we will never know, but…I do know two things for certain about these Harvey heirloom candles.
I know that every rendition of the “Happy Birthday” song that these candles have heard (um….endured) was surely appalling. (It makes me smile just to think of it).
I also know that whichever of us have leaned forward over these very candles, considering a wish…
Whomever it was that looked around the room at the candlelit faces of our family, gathered together and singing hideously, but with so much love…