Chasing Rainbows

I never believed in Santa Claus. It's okay, don't pity me. It saved me the effort of writing letters and later wondering why I hadn't gotten things my mom couldn't possibly afford. It also didn't stop me from enjoying the holiday. No harm, no foul.

I did believe in the Tooth Fairy until I ran out of teeth to place under my pillow. She was good to me and I will never forget her.

My favorite was the Easter Bunny. I don't know how he managed to do it, but every Easter morning I would wake up to find a basket full of goodies that had materialized over night. Until... one night when I was about 7 and my mother walked into my room the night before Easter and told me that she was sorry, but she couldn't afford to buy me a basket that year. I looked at her from my bed and told her it was alright, but as soon as she left the room I cried my eyes out, not because I wasn't getting a basket but because that was the night the Easter Bunny died. The next morning I woke up a with a little less of the magic of childhood.

What's left when Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny have passed. I'll tell you what's left: Reality with a capital R. But wait, there was still one mythical scenario that I believed in because there was no way I could disprove it. You see a part of me has always believed that if I could just get to the end of a rainbow I would find a pot of gold.

Well, yesterday I saw a rainbow!



It was beautiful and I decided to chase it.
 

I've tried chasing rainbows before, but they always disappear before I get to the end of them.



Not this time! I breathlessly made it to the end, but I did not find a pot of gold. Instead I fould myself in the parking lot of Target with Target at the very end of the rainbow.



Was I disappointed? A little, but I had some shopping to do so it all worked out!

May you find your pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.