This is the fifth birthday of marriage moats. I remember when I first began, and floundered a bit to find their identity, my small voice said to wait five years. It helped me to withhold any conclusions about their success or failure.

Over the next sixty months I explored quotes, links, book reviews, and stories. Some were detailed, others succinct. I leaned heavily and gratefully on the generosity of photographers who continue to carry their cameras around their necks in search of images. The thousands of photographs they have captured are a source of inspiration and beauty. 

Five years. That feels like something weighty that I can hold in my hand. As a mother many of my efforts disappeared before I could turn around, like the pasta cooked, or the clean clothes folded. In a matter of minutes or hours there was no evidence that they existed. 

Perhaps there is something that you have put effort into over the past five years, or five weeks. While it might not fill a bucket, or tip the scales probably it has substance of a different kind. Maybe it is wrapped in a relationship, or the pursuit of a goal. 

Whatever it is, I hope you will take a deep breath and make a wish. Because sometimes they do come true.