Dreams are things wished for…

I dream of little legs running through dandelion fields and of little lips blowing their wishes into the wind.

The pitter-patter of tiny feet chasing butterfly wings and dragonflies zipping overhead in the hazy summer afternoon.

Of innocent laughter as the wind teases hair and clothes and kites flying overhead.

Of wonder at baby chicks and rolling in the grass with loyal furry friends.

I dream of earthy rain scenting the warm summer nights and the steady drum on the roof.

I see little boots splashing in puddles and impish grins of joy at trips to the fishing hole.

I envision bonfires in cool evenings and short sticky fingers being licked clean with childish abandon.

I hear the crickets and cicadas song at night as it lulls my babies to sleep under starry skies.
I imagine scraped knees and boys in trees.

I see piles of leaves being rolled in and thrown in the air by little hands with joy.
I hear sleigh bells muffled by softly falling snow as it lands on tiny tongues anxiously awaiting each snow flake.

I dream of open fields and rolling hills and warm breezes of country air with little children running wild and free with rosy sun kissed cheeks.

Of nights twinkling with fireflies and mason jars filled with their glowing light.

I dream of you and me on a porch with tea rocking in the evening looking at each other knowing… we are in our heaven.

So I sent this lovely little bit to my husband for his reading pleasure and some warm fuzzies… and this was his response…

REALITY,

I hear questions (about 50,000) and grunting and feet STOMPING up the stairs and down the hall followed by the soothing thunder of doors slamming (Teenage Boy).

The joys of young adult smart ass backtalk singing through the house (Collegiate).

And the hollow sounds in the background of GO GO GO! BUUUT NO NO NO!

And on the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 diaper changes, 11 grunts a grunting, 10 bucks fo gas money, 9 night time meds, 8 days a lazing, 7 glasses of wine, 6 college debts, 5  S—C—R—E—A—M—I—N—G hours (colic baby & frustrated momma), 4 chinese combinations (what we order every time), 3 Spanish cousins, 2 bucks in my wallet and a FART filled bedroom STINK!

All as I walk down the hall with a coughed up fur ball on the bottom of my feet.

So there is that folks… 

I almost fell out of my chair laughing – I hope you enjoyed the laugh, I certainly did.  God I love my husband… HA!  

Happy New Year Ya'll