I cleaned out a bureau today and I found just a few more of Lily's wishes. I've often wondered when she stopped wishing, or at least verbalizing her wishes. I don't think she suddenly became satisfied with life--but maybe she called a truce with it.
"I wish I were blind because then I could have a dog all of the time."
"I wish we were hamburgers and then we wouldn't have to go anywhere I didn't want to."
"I wish we had a family live with us downstairs, because then I could always sleep upstairs."