It invloved me being married to some tall, dark handsome man with a heart of gold. Someone compassionate who comes out to help me plant lavender in the rear yard and kisses me softly in the grass.
Getting up early to feed the chickens and collect eggs.
Quiet moments spent before the baby wakes sipping tea in front of the fire.
Falling to our knees in a passionate kiss in the hay with only the light of the lantern
The sight of the baby asleep on his chest
Feeding eachother with just our fingers
The smell of wet dirt
Fingers in my hair and a chest pressed against my back
Sitting by the lake at midnight, the only sound of crickets and breath
Slow dancing in the kitchen
Sundresses and ruffly panties
An Orioles nest woven into the thin branches of a weeping willow
Laying on our backs in the lawn identifying the shapes of the clouds passing by
Doing back flips on the trampoline
Sharing a single sized sleeping bag
Eating cornbeef hash out of a can that was heated over a campfire
Someone who thinks Im beautuful without makeup and my hair done
A lazy day at the beach making sandcastles with my floppy hatted girlSharing homemade granola and fruit atop a 5000ft mountain pass
Never losing the energy or desire to pour out all your love everyday all over your spouse.
So many times Ive given up on these ideals thinking them ludarcris. Wishful thinking.. or whatever. Really just not wanting to face the truth that maybe that type of life doesnt exist?
But honestly I am married to these ideas, and to give up on them or to accept life with someone who cannot give me all of them would be life cheating on myself and my ideals. And I definitely do not want to do that.
Im done giving up hope. Well at least for the moment :)
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