When I grow up, I want to have a house. A house that is somewhere between big and small. I want something quaint, white with a pretty red tin roof and shutters. I want there to be flowers in Spring and Summer, all the blooming colors of the trees in Autumn, and the beautiful greys, whites, blues, and blacks that drape everything in Winter.I don't want to have these things tainted or dimmed by the lights and sounds of city life. I want my place to be country, just as mine was growing up. I want a place to call my own.
I want a family. To be married to someone who's like me but unlike me. Someone who understands me but still loves me for all of it. I want someone who wants what I want but still has their own desires, their own dreams and ambitions. I want to be in love and to be loved. I want someone to call mine and mine alone. To be someone the one and only of someone else and know
I want children who will come to me for everything. For love, for support, for "Mommy I fell down,"and "Mommy read me a story!" I want children who will love me and whom I shall love with my whole heart. It would make me happier than anything to see my children running barefoot down the halls and through the yard, laughing to their heart's content. Little girls in tomboys clothes or streaming pink ribbons; little boys in mud-stained camouflage or neat khaki and dress shirts. Whatever, whomever they wish to be I shall love. I want children who call me "Mommy," who are my own flesh and blood and that of the man I love. I want to leave them, something actually important, in my wake.
I want animals, furred, feathered, and scaled alike. I want them to always be as big a part of my life as they have been to this point. I want to come home to big barking dogs, purring cats, horses nickering in the pasture. I want snakes to dart their tongues at me as I walk through my home, birds to brighten my day with their song. I want animals to be able to take away my hurt, for there is nothing that cannot be mended by the soft croon of a cat or the sympathetic touch of a dog. I want there to never be a creature I turn away or a beastly friend whose acquaintance I don't make.
I want to leave behind me a home, a life, a legacy so that I will be remembered. There is no hurt worse than knowing that when you are gone there is nothing more. Knowing that you've done nothing worthy of another's memories. When I leave this world for whatever lies beyond the grave, I want to go with the knowledge that someone remembers me for something I did. Some word that I said in kindness, love, or anger. I want to know that I didn't live my life for naught. I want to know that something was achieved by my existence. I want to die knowing that I have a soul and that my soul will live on, even after my death and dawn.
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