A Simple Life.

Today.
I want a small, simple home.
With a claw foot tub to soak in.
With creaky floor boards.
And homemade quilts on our beds.
I want old toys for my children.
Spinning tops, wood flapping ducks, and building blocks.
I want mismatched furniture.
And treasures found in a world traveled.
I want to frame love letters my father left for my mother.
And let them dance across our walls.
To remind me that love most certainly does last for eternity.
Today.
I want a garden.
To make dinner from something I have nurtured and sustained.
I want green grass.
Like, the really really green kind.
That I can prance through with bare feet.
And lay down in for afternoon dreams.
I want a porch swing.
Like the swing Stacy and I used to sit in.
Summer nights, endless hours, belly laughing.
Today.
I want the people I miss all in one spot.
To sit around my kitchen table.
In chairs I've collected from flea markets.
And sorted colors of dinnerwear.
I want to crank jazz music while I cook for them.
I want laughter to fill the air.
And a good bottle of red wine to share.
For deep conversation.
While early morning hours creep in.
Today.
I want the ocean.
Sand.
My Tiffany blue beach cruiser.
With a basket and a bell.
To ride until my legs get tired.
For Brady to ride beside me.
And talk about our future.
And stop for an iced coffee.
Today.
I want to read an endless pile of books.
The ones I have no time for.
I want a date with my camera.
To take pretty pretty pictures.
I want to walk to the cigar shop.
And pick out the most perfect cigar.
The ones I used to buy for my father.
Just to have.
And for my mama to live next door.
To love on my babies.
Today.
These are my thoughts.
For a simple life.
With the people I love most in this world...