that would become my home. Tuck away my love and family there in our comfortable niche. Fill it with warmth and cinnamon in the winter and watermelon and popsicles in the summer. Patch it up after hurricane season. Fortify it with DIY landscaping projects that are 20% interweb suggestions, 15% arguing, 65% side-splitting laughter. Build things that I had always yearned for as a child with my own two hands to present to my own children. Picnics and space adventures and cartwheels in the yard. Grilled cheese and spicy rice cakes and chocolate coins (but only if you've been very good, my dear) in the kitchen. Stars tacked onto the ceilings for little ones to count until they nod off into the sleepy land of wonder. Pastel colored walls that fill the spaces between photographs and paintings and certificates and more photographs.Bookshelves pressed up against each other, comfortable and inviting. Where everything from my past - kids guarding the kumquat tree with water guns and garden hoses, Christmas ornament collections amassed over years - rivaled only with the Christmas movie collection, junk drawer filled with forgotten, wonderful delights, elbow macaroni soup on Saturday mornings - bleeds into my future.
Add to wishlist.
What I have been daydreaming about the most, for the past couple years.
Add to wishlist.
What I have been daydreaming about the most, for the past couple years.
Comments
Post a Comment