One day I'll have a blue house. It will be small, but not too small. I'll have a garden with flowers and fresh herbs. We'll wake up late in the mornings, and we'll sit on the back porch basking in the sun drinking our tea and coffee. Our dog will chase birds and our children will chase each other.
Our kitchen will be full of love and good food. I'll cook meals our children will remember fondly when they grow up, dishes they'll want to cook when they're grown up. They'll say, I want to make that. Let me call mom for the recipe. I'll bake cookies in the evening and you'll have your arms around my waist. You'll stick your finger in the dough to try some when you think I'm not looking.
I'll have a big bed, with a handmade quilt from my grandmother that was gifted to us at our wedding. It's frayed at the edges from use, but it works just fine. We'll stumble into that bed giggling after getting the kids to sleep and accidentally having too much wine.
