Thursday, April 9, 2009
I feel like it might be good thing to write down my story, so it might help others and help me have closure, really count my blessings, and move to another stage in my life. I might do this in many posts. I hope from this many can see that we all have a time where we have to grow, and from that are weaknesses can become our strengths.
I guess I will start with how I came here to move to the Provo Valley. . . .
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
What are my dreams?
My dreams are simple. I want to be happy. The kind of happy listening to Dave Matthews makes you.
“just waistin’ time lettin’ the hours roll by doing nothing for the fun. . . . wither right or wrong, makes us want to stay up for a while”
I want to dance with my hair down in the living room with the man I love.
And I don’t mean slow dancing to cheesey romantic music. I mean dancing like we were at a concert, right there on the front row! Like hands waving singing out loud kind of dancing.
And then collapsing on our old vintage couches when the sun has just barley sets on a spring evening and the glow of the lights in the house create a soft twilight glow.
and having fruit punch in tall glasses with bendy straws (long live the bendy straws!)
I want to play the guitar and make music and fill our house with smiles and glows and laughter. I want to be happy in his arms.
My dreams: to sit on the front lawn on a big levi blanket and read books with my head on his stomach and his hand on my shoulder.
I want to have a home full of love and smiles, where nothing it to big a deal and we can eat ice cream and fresh vegetables. Where we can play and sit.
I want our children to be loving and because we’re simple and little has to much meaning in our lives.
Only what is truly important will be held dear and we will protect that will our lives, and what will that be?
Our souls, our spirits, and the fact that simple happiness is what we will strive for.
This is my dream.