It’s funny, you’ve always been a part of my life. I can remember being a kid and seeing you, sometimes I would be walking… More likely I was on my bike though.
You were always there. Waiting on the corner.
Something happened about 18 months ago though. I looked at you in a different way. Maybe it was how the sun gleamed off your siding, or maybe it was how you looked a little weary…. I don’t know exactly what it was. But I know the moment when I saw you and suddenly everything was different. And I wanted to get to know you better.
I started daydreaming about you. All. The. Time. And I couldn’t sleep. I would doodle your picture on scrap paper. And I find myself talking about you even when the conversation had nothing to do about you.
I would imagine cleaning you up, dusting you off. Applying cheery paint and warm wooden floor. I pictured kids walking in and hanging out and the smell of coffee in the air. I thought about mamas and their babies getting food for dinner, and G’ma’s and G’pa’s popping in to say hi and staying for awhile.
I lost myself in daydreams about how fun it would be to dress you up for holidays and the seasons. Pumpkins! Pine Trees! Ice Cream! Every season… a new way to make you shine.
I pictured mason jars full of salad…. Pretty and luscious – ready to take for lunches.
And when I think about you… I get a little starry eyed.
Falling in love is so lovely.
I’m so glad it’s with you.