the most darling camilla has been doing a wonderful series entitled "when i grow up" on her blog, champagne bubbles. and it has got me thinking. a lot. about what i want. and i figure that if men can't help looking at a gorgeous woman (and science will defend that for them), then i can't help dreaming about the future or googling photos of brooklyn brownstones.
so here is my list, as inspired by camilla and all the gorgeous woman who have submitted to her series:
i want a neighborhood cafe. around the corner. with strong lattes and fresh bread. i want to know the names of the faces behind the counter and i want them to know the names of my children.
i want early evening walks in the neighborhood and after-dinner story-time.
i want hard wood floors and floor-to-ceiling windows. banisters on the staircase and hallways of family photos. built in bookshelves and sprawling desks.
trees in the neighborhood.
i want season tickets to the closest baseball team.
i want to travel the world. to live in different countries. to speak spanish fluently. and dabble in a little french.
i want sharp knives, a kitchen aide mixer, and a large cuisinart.
i want saturday morning pancake breakfasts. and sunday nights spent in the kitchen as i listen to the hustle and bustle of everyone preparing for the week.
i want the love of my best friend and the promise of a whole life together.
i want things to get clearer. {a little, at least.}
i want the idea that will write the book.
i want to do what i love.
i want to love.
