I dream of snow blanketing everything, falling silently from a grey sky, crunching underneath our boots as we walk through the woods watching for deer who don't yet realize they can be seen.
I dream of Alaska and the Antartic, of cold unlike anything I've ever experienced, of the Aurora's in the night sky, of snow & ice as far as my eyes can see.
I dream of France, of Paris and Provence, of touching and feeling a country older than my own.
I dream of living here, where we are now, a place I never considered living before and have grown to love, but where we cannot afford to own our own.
I dream of water having lived near it my whole life, I cannot imagine living some place without its' calming comfort.
I dream of my daughter, of the day we will be reunited.
when I can finally hold her in my arms. If St. Peter doesn't grant me entrance into heaven, I hope he'll let me visit so I can see her.
I dream of not being terrified of having another child, of not being terrified of just trying.
I dream of bringing all of my creative outlets into one conclusive fulfilling life.
I dream of going to Ireland where my Nana was born & raised and was happiest (before she came to America) and to Germany where my Grandma was born & raised, feeling their roots so I can begin to feel my own.
I dream of...
What do you dream of?