I want to move with my man and the children we have made to a faraway land and live off the fruit of trees and honey from the hives we tend with our own hands.
I want to walk barefoot in the grass and make sandcastles and read stories and sing.
I want my high school hair back with the corn silk curls, and I want to wear skirts that touch the ground and weave crowns made of sweet smelling flowers for hours with my girls.
I want to laugh for a week without stopping.
I want money and chocolate to grow on trees.
I want to buy a new toilet instead of cleaning my old one.
I want a maid, a hairdresser and a chef. And a milkshake. And world peace.
Amen
Can I come, too?
Wouldn’t that be delightful?
Don’t we all?! Especially that bit about the oddly fruited trees,
oh, and the toilet one.
me, too!
Me, too.
(Giving you my best beauty queen wave!)
Blessings!
Amen to that, sister! Especially the toilet thing. It’s me and 4 males here.
The really good news is that someday you’ll do all that and more.
I’m sure that all of the toilets in heaven are self-cleaning.
See you soon. I’m so excited!
Wow…maybe you should take on MY MANTRA…. I M A G I N E!
I thought I had one till I read your post and especially the part of Trees that grow Chocolate and Money! Yep…That could work!
Thanks for the “dream”…
Emily, I love those images. I would add that all clothes would magically fit and that there would never be any football on the tv.
You forgot to mention a pumpkin spice latte tree
My thoughts exactly but long skirts drive me crazy so I may have to “hem” mine! What a great post…love the part about the toilet!
-Sandy toes
Sound good. When you find this place, can let me know where it is? I promise we’ll stay on the other side
In my heaven there will be no toilets. Forget world peace, I want a maid, a hairdresser and a chef, too–and a NANNY (for diaper and potty training duty). Okay, maybe world peace would be good.
ditto to all of that!
i like this post.
can we see your high school hair sometime?
I could maybe help you with the maid, chef, and milkshake, but my stomach muscles aren’t in enough shape to laugh straight for the week.
Beautiful post.
But, you might have to make it a land where the toilets are replaced automatically every week. Or more. Maybe they could be self-cleaning toilets?
Sounds like heaven!
All of this would take place someplace that’s always warm in a little pink house. *big sigh*
me too.
um, at this point may I also throw in a tree that grows shoes and righteous, available men
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Thanks for the beautiful and beautifully entertaining words!
If you find out how to attain those things, please share that knowledge!
sounds like heaven
I’m definitely in on the “new toilet instead of cleaning the old one”. And a massage every week!
Ah, the life you described sounds wonderful! Take me, I’ll come too!
If you need a chef, then Laura Frantz in your gal. No doubt.
If you throw in a personal trainer (or great food with no calories), then I’m with you girl.