One of the many things I love about my husband is that he is a big picture person. He always drives me through different developments in various neighborhoods and talks about our future. We pick out homes, we comment on their landscaping, we say what we would do different. He never forgets to mention the big wrap around porch we will add to any house (my one and only real house desire) and I chip in "lots of natural light"! He already knows, I just say it out of rote.
If I close my eyes I can see all of it. The exposed wooden beams in the ceiling, the farmhouse sink in the kitchen. I listen and hear the sound of P (hopefully a big sister by then) running around playing hide and seek. The soft pitter patter of tiny feet and the giggles that are bound to ensue. I smell the rosemary that will be blooming in our garden and taste the fruits and vegetables that will become a staple in our diets. Finn will be in sensory overdrive in our backyard and if he had a tail I assure you it would be wagging. I hear a skill saw in the garage as David works on yet another project, likely one that I have requested.
But the best part of these visions? Is that I can picture David walking up behind me. I can smell him - a mixture of fresh wood shavings and laundry detergent. Placing his safe familiar hands on top of mine and whispering "I told you so".
Our dreams are plans we are just busy drafting blueprints.
Until then we will play, we will laugh and never dare to stop dreaming.
Five on Friday
19 hours ago