Nearly everyday I dream of
having a big big familyn of my own.
And hanging out with dear,
loving friends in my house. With my children and my friends children
running around. Cute little diaper bums. Chubby fingers reaching out
to me. So sweet and innocent.
The same way my children
would think of my friends as their aunts and uncles I would be a caring woman the children of my friends can come to with
whatever problem they have.
I want a house full of
children, a house full of lovely people, a house full of happiness
and warmth. The hot, sticky air filled with the smell of delicious
meals, pies and self-made sweet juice. My children with those little
fingers smeared with ice cream clinching to my cheeks, smooching my
face as I sit them on my lap while chatting with my friends on our
porch soaking up those last sun rays.
Sitting at the table.
Enjoying a nice midsummer nights dinner.
And as it gets chilly outside I grab all our blankets and we're all curling up on our porch couches and swings. I would be rocking one of our little ones wrapped up in a blanket, safely, in our rocking chair.
Whispering and quiet laughter and giggles over our sweet babies cooing, sound asleep in our arms.
Feeling a cool summer's breeze on our heat-up, sticky skin, sparkling stars shining down on us whilst mosquito's swirling all busy around our heads, thirsty and anxiously awaiting to fill their own bellies.
Enjoying a nice midsummer nights dinner.
And as it gets chilly outside I grab all our blankets and we're all curling up on our porch couches and swings. I would be rocking one of our little ones wrapped up in a blanket, safely, in our rocking chair.
Whispering and quiet laughter and giggles over our sweet babies cooing, sound asleep in our arms.
Feeling a cool summer's breeze on our heat-up, sticky skin, sparkling stars shining down on us whilst mosquito's swirling all busy around our heads, thirsty and anxiously awaiting to fill their own bellies.
Until it's time to put our
snuggle bugs to bed. Kissing those pierced lips good night. While
hearing our friends car's engine start and the tires rolling over gravel, they driving home – and we,
tucking ourselves into bed. Heart full of warm and happy memories.
This is how I imagine my
future. Now I do know it's by far not what you'd expect of a 20 year
old student talking about her deepest wishes and dreams but I just
can't wait for those times to come.
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i think this was a very sweet post. :) i hope that one day you get your big, loving family!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your sweet comment, Deanna.
ReplyDeleteKeep the dream alive! Everything happens in perfect time... just not our own.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reminding me. So good to know there's someone how has it all planned out for me.
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