when i was a teen, i had big dreams – dreams of cities and lights and glamour and high heels and magazines and little apartments.

lately they have changed, i don’t think they’ve grown smaller though. lately i dream of lush gardens and good books and warm stoves and dancing and lots of love for my husband.

last night we had a delicious meal, talked about buying chicks, he laid on the couch while i maneuvered into my spot on his chest and read.