When I bounced on my great-grandmother’s knee as a 1-year-old, she told me about the legend. She repeated it often; by the time I was 5, the story trickled into my psyche.
At that age, magic is still possible, so the idea that every 100 years a magical snowflake grants a wish to the person who finds it became fact in my mind.
Great-Nana was a rare spirit – she never aged, at least not to me. Until the day of her death at age 98 she was a vibrant busy bee who buzzed from person to person sucking up their personal stories.
By the time I was 20 she regaled me with so many tales I knew that when I “grew up,” I’d be a novelist. But the first fable she shared with me was the story I most believed – a magical snowflake with eight points that granted a wish once a century. 
By that age, I knew that snowflakes had six points because water molecules naturally form six-sided (hexagonal) patterns when they freeze into ice. But that didn’t matter – with magic.
So here I am now on a cold winter morning staring into a toy store window, agape. Swaying down from the ceiling of the store on a thin thread is a large snowflake made of white crepe with eight points in an unbelievably gorgeous star-like pattern.
This is it! This is the magical snowflake. I just know it.
At 28 years of age, I’ve been out of college for seven years, out of three bad relationships, and in between teaching jobs. My manuscript landed with four different agents who have received not one bite from an editor or publisher.
So, you know what I’m going to wish, don’t you?
I grab the door handle and stride into the toy-packed tall-ceiled shop. I raise my head toward the hanging floating paper snowflake and yell, “I wish my book is published and sells one million copies!”
Just look at the New York Times best-selling list.
Once every 100 years! And you used it so the rest of us will have to wait. 😉
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Sorry ’bout that. But maybe it’s true for each country, and that snowflake hasn’t been found in Spain yet ….????
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OK, I’m going with that! xo
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😁
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Here’s to magical snowflakes! ❄️
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There is something magical in “real” life when it snows. I just wish it would magically disappear the next day. 😌
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❤️❤️❤️
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Wow, what a magical moment! Now we’ll all be looking for 8 point snowflakes…
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Quite rare indeed. But next time it snows we’ll know why everyone is peering through the snowfall. 😌
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I love this tribute to a great-grandmother, snowflakes, and magic!
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I hope I become a great- grandmother further in time with lots of magical stories to share. 😍Thanks, Liz.
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Beautifully written! I love the magic of the snowflake, Pam. I don’t believe in magic but I look for it everywhere. 😀
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Ha! Is that called a paradox? Not believing in magic but akways looking for it? I find that the more I focus on the ordinary, the more magic I find. ☺️❄️
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Wow! Finding magic in the ordinary is awesome!
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An amazing grandmother with a magical snowflake—wow! The eight-pointed flake made the story seem even more fanciful. Magic is everywhee in your stories. Thanks, Pam!
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I can’t seem to escape the magic, Marian. 🤷♀️ It seems to follow my pen. Hope you’re warm there in cold FL with no surprise magical snow flurries. ❄️
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What a wonderful great-grandmother! A magical snowflake is the best. Love this magical tale, Pam!
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You’ve had plenty of chances to look for that magical snowflake this winter, Dale. 😁🥶🙃
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What a great story about the magical snowflake, Pam! I should have checked for some 8-pointers last weekend when we got buried in snow!
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what a wonderful story
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