Dreams You Choose To Remember
I would like to live in a place that doesn't look like a city. I want to live in a place surrounded by gardens of flowers, vegetables and herbs. Fresh air, clean surroundings, no tall buildings, no noisy cars and trucks.
I want to live by the countryside. Or maybe by the beach. I want to live in a small town where everyone knows everyone and everyone greets everyone and everyone smiles at everyone.
I want a simple and small house with a large, spacious yard. I want a porch where I can just sit and drink fresh juice and read fantastic books or have pleasant conversations with my neighbors.
I want to have a big and well-lighted kitchen where I can just cook and bake all day. And I would just get my ingredients from my very own garden.
Then, if there is something else I needed to buy, I'd just get in my convertible BMW and drive downtown to get everything I need from the local bakery or the local grocery or the local flower shop or the local farmer's organic market or the local meatshop.
**SIgh** I wish I knew how to bake and drive.
In that small town, I want my own, charming and high-quality food store. In that store, there would be coffee, tea, baking ingredients, bread, honey, spices, desserts, cheese, cream, eggs, jam, cookies and lotsa love ready to be purchased by everyone. All of superior quality.
And then, I would go home to cook for my husband and he would be this sweet, funny, adorable, kind, gentle man who appreciates everything that I whip up for him.
I would be fat then because of cooking and food-tasting, but still beautiful. Graceful. I want to be graceful when I grow old. And we would both be a bit old already, maybe around our 50s. But he could still see beyond my physical qualities and see the woman he fell in love with years ago. And I would see the same in him.
We would have friends come over for small parties, all kinds of parties - cocktail, barbeque, breakfast, lunch, dinner - you name it, we give it. Everyone would love our small get-togethers.
Then, at the end of the day, when my husband doesn't have to stay out for work, we would end up cuddling and hugging each other while lying in our comfortable and beautiful bed.
We would be talking about each other and how each other's day went. Then, we'd sigh and thank God for that moment and for every moment like that. Because these moments make us say - "This is heaven on earth."
Sigh...daydreaming again... I think I've been watching Ina Garten too much. **Barefoot Contessa**
You asking where the children are? Oh, that's another dream.
I want to live by the countryside. Or maybe by the beach. I want to live in a small town where everyone knows everyone and everyone greets everyone and everyone smiles at everyone.
I want a simple and small house with a large, spacious yard. I want a porch where I can just sit and drink fresh juice and read fantastic books or have pleasant conversations with my neighbors.
I want to have a big and well-lighted kitchen where I can just cook and bake all day. And I would just get my ingredients from my very own garden.
Then, if there is something else I needed to buy, I'd just get in my convertible BMW and drive downtown to get everything I need from the local bakery or the local grocery or the local flower shop or the local farmer's organic market or the local meatshop.
**SIgh** I wish I knew how to bake and drive.
In that small town, I want my own, charming and high-quality food store. In that store, there would be coffee, tea, baking ingredients, bread, honey, spices, desserts, cheese, cream, eggs, jam, cookies and lotsa love ready to be purchased by everyone. All of superior quality.
And then, I would go home to cook for my husband and he would be this sweet, funny, adorable, kind, gentle man who appreciates everything that I whip up for him.
I would be fat then because of cooking and food-tasting, but still beautiful. Graceful. I want to be graceful when I grow old. And we would both be a bit old already, maybe around our 50s. But he could still see beyond my physical qualities and see the woman he fell in love with years ago. And I would see the same in him.
We would have friends come over for small parties, all kinds of parties - cocktail, barbeque, breakfast, lunch, dinner - you name it, we give it. Everyone would love our small get-togethers.
Then, at the end of the day, when my husband doesn't have to stay out for work, we would end up cuddling and hugging each other while lying in our comfortable and beautiful bed.
We would be talking about each other and how each other's day went. Then, we'd sigh and thank God for that moment and for every moment like that. Because these moments make us say - "This is heaven on earth."
Sigh...daydreaming again... I think I've been watching Ina Garten too much. **Barefoot Contessa**
You asking where the children are? Oh, that's another dream.
