Amen.
Why do I think about things that I used to not?
I can’t wait to just start my life with you. Get married and have a few kids. And live in a small town, in a small old house with a screen porch that we can sit out in during the hot, humid summers and drink and talk about life and laugh with candles lit to keep the mosquitoes away and the smell and stickiness of bug spray on our arms. I want white wicker. And maybe a real outside porch too, on the other side or maybe right off of the screen one. With a table and an umbrella. And a grill. Where we can look at the stars. I want to ocean not far away and if not that, then acres of land and maybe an old barn. I want flowers and a garden and to see you mow the grass. I want blonde babies with blue eyes only because its not possible. Or dark black hair and blue eyes. With smiles with dimples and bows and pokadot dresses and overalls and dirt on their faces. I want to have money to feed the world but live like we have none. I want love and I want happiness. I want simplicity.
I was awakened by a “Happy Day” text from Rudy and a ” Happy Happy” text from my dad. Men are strange. I wonder how long they debated putting the “Mother” in there or not and why they thought I needed something said to me today. This isn’t Women’s Day or Possibly-Could-Be-A-Mother-Sometime-In-Your-Life-Because-You-Have-Egg-Filled-Ovaries Day. Lord, peeps.
