Dreams and Love
I am spending most of the holiday at my Grandparent's house in the South. It isn't their familiar old house from years past, it's a new smaller one they bought near my cousins since my Grandma had a sroke. I like this house though. It's small but cozy. All my gandparents things are here and so are they. The yard behind though is huge. It's beatiful and the blue bowl of the sky seems to reach out forever. Here I am in one of my favorite states. Here there is warmer weather and slow southern drawls. I think about how I like this little house, even though it isn't the one from my childhood memories. I love the cool weather, even if it won't likley snow on Christmas. Here I also see love all around. My Papa caring for my Grandma, even though she is weak and now can do very little for herself. He loves her still and so much. I just watch it and it's beautiful. I also see my dad help my mama care for her mom. This isn't his mom, not his blood relation. He isn't obligated to help, but he does, at my mama's side. This place is a place of love.
I sit here and I dream. I dream of one day having a little house in the south, and a husband who loves me and stand by my side as I his my hardest trials in life. I can just see it. I want it so smuch. I will have to be patient.
