Lately I’ve been feeling that old time ache of wanting to be a mom and a wife. Wanting to be at that point where my life is settled enough that I can handle the responsibility of other lives.
I can’t wait to adopt my babies. I dream all the time about their hair, eyes, and skin that doesn’t match mine. I can’t wait to read books to them. I can’t wait to sing to them. I can’t wait to have a line of kids trekking with me everywhere I go.
I can’t wait to have a husband. Someone to start having adventures that I can share with instead of racking up more stories on my own. I can’t wait to have someone to massage my feet when they are dead from a run. I can’t wait to have my heart safely connected to another heart.
Sometimes I sit and dream for these things, look forward to them happening. Because here’s the thing, I trust and believe that they will happen. Those dreams will come true.
But until then, I have other dreams I need to see come true. I have other goals to set into motion.
Dreaming is wonderful, but believing is better.
Photo belongs to Nancy :)