Wishes Reserved for Another

For his eighth birthday, I asked my son, Oliver, what he wanted.

He shook his head and asked for three blank wish cards instead.

"Just in case I ever make you mad, Mom. I can use them to get your forgiveness."

The gesture melted my heart, and I laughed, pulling him into a warm hug. But as it turned out, not a single one of those cards was ever used on me.