I want . . .
. . . to wake up when I wake up.
. . . to be able to watch the birds flutter in my yard, while the coffee brews, until I grow bored with it.
. . . to pull on sweats, put my hair back with a bandana, and veg in front of the TV.
. . . to savor the smell of an apple cobbler baking in the oven.
And, I want to take long walks along the shore, dressed in linen, barefoot, my eyes shaded by a huge, but fashionable, straw hat, searching for seashells.
I want to start each day living a dream that has become a reality.
I want my heart to be so filled with love that it aches, but in a good way.
I want to look into the eyes of my lover and see a future that is filled with happiness.
I want my love to look at me and know he is home.
