Here I am again, my new favorite hideaway. It’s my mid-day moment of solitude on the park bench beneath the trees utilizing my lunch hour for a time of reflection and daydreaming.

And, oh, do I dream!
I recall that much of what i dreamed of as a little girl remains the same in my heart today:

I dream of having little girls with soft blonde curls, through big blue eyes they hope for the world.
Over and over, I dream of falling in love and it feels so far away – so unattainable. It’s as if it were someone else’s dream.
Still, I dream of someone loving me for who I am. [I wish I knew what that were like.]
I dream of being a wife, a mother, a friend who is loyal and unwavering in her faith.
I dream of opening my mouth to sing, and touching the heart of someone listening. Making an impact that brings healing to the heart and change to one’s life.

I have high hopes and expectations. Although they fail me regularly, as I close my eyes and lay my head down to sleep, I continue to dream big.

And I have no intention of changing that.