25 years ago or so, if you would have asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I'd say a mama. I'd say I'd want to marry a good boy. I'd say I wanted to go to school first and be married a few years before I had kids. I'd say I wouldn't want to work too much so I could enjoy my kids. I'd say I would want to raise my kids in the Pray Road farmhouse I grew up in. I'd probably say I wanted a sewing machine and a few animals.
I distinctly remember blowing out candles, closing my eyes to make a wish, and wishing I'd have a family someday. Goodness, I must have been 9 or 10. Those wishes...sometimes they do come true. And sometimes not just one wish, but sometimes a whole bunch of wishes really do come true. I'm living my fantasy almost exactly.
Only I'm not in the Pray Road farmhouse. I live in the home of my dreams-an even more amazing house in a coastal town in Maine.
Even during these cold winter months when the days are short and our time spent outside is brief, there's so much light and sunshine in my heart. Dreams really do come true. Today in particular, I'm so incredibly thankful for another year living my fantasy. And cake. I'm thankful for cake too (hint hint, dear husband of mine.) And we can just gloss over how high that number called 'age' really is now. Yikes. Back to the thankfulness...that's much more fun to think about. I am incredibly blessed.