TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA

This morning I was cleaning out a drawer of my late husband’s desk and found a little red box I had given him a few years back. When I looked inside, I remembered what was in it. It was a small silver wishbone I had given him on our 50th anniversary. I told him that day that it was a symbol of our love because of what we shared with each other a month earlier. You see, for all the years we had a dinner with chicken or turkey, I’d wash off the wishbone and go to him to make a wish with me. He’d always tease me about my getting the bigger side, and I’d tease him for holding it in a way I didn’t have much leverage…a fifty year game.

On this particular wishbone-pulling occasion, it split down the middle, and I laughed, asking him if he thought both of us would get our wish. He confessed that it didn’t really matter since every time we’d do that, he said he’d wish that I would get my wish. My eyes filled and I told him that I had always done the same thing. All those years…five decades, we each kept our little loving secret, and it really touched me. However, with his usual sense of humor, Jack laughed out loud and said, “Well we really screwed that up, didn’t we?”