Daydreaming.

I've always been prone to daydreaming.

I doodled my daydreams in school

and covered my notes with drawings.

I made up stories to entertain myself

on the monotonous and Texas-hot bus rides home.

And I distinctly remember lying wide awake in my bed at night

imagining what it would be like when I got married...

in a castle...

to a prince...

in a HUGE fluffy white dress...

I also built teeny tiny worlds in the dirt in my backyard

for fairies that I hoped lived there during the night.

Later, I matured a bit,

and imagined things like my future home;

a yellow kitchen,

an over all pottery-barn-esque vibe,

all in a little white cottage

with a blue door.

In college my thoughts would wander

amidst lectures on adolescent development and such,

to traveling the world.

I'd plan in my head 

what I'd wear

and eat

and see

and do, 

everywhere from Greece

to Brazil

to Japan

to Alaska.

But always,

alongside all of that,

I've daydreamed about raising kids.

It used to be that I'd get lost in the thought of

building the most rad tree house with them

and playing imaginary games in the backyard,

but now,

seriously,

this is what my daydreams consist of:

NYC

I saw this today on my favorite blog

and thought,

"That's it!

That's the happy place I go to in my head

when work and life gets crazy;

marchin' around NYC with little babies!"

Hahaha!

I'm so weird, I know.

That would be so crazy and hard.

Little kids are hard to tote about

and NYC is crazy to get around.

Wanting to combine them is nuts.

But that's my daydream.

That's my wish.

Future husband please take note.

Thankful for:

Massage chairs at the dentist,

and getting my little brothers and sister

as hooked on "Once Upon a Time"

as I am.

Also, stellar, uplifting, love-filled

conversations.