Day 30: a dream for the future beyond the next year

I wrote this as part of the meme I have yet to finish. As my birthday is fast approaching and seeing how different my life would be by 25, it is fun to imagine my next 25 years. Enjoy!!!


In my dream I see Savannah on a hot August day.The sun is setting and the Spanish moss trees that line our street sway in the wind. Our house is at the end of the street, it is an older house one that needed some work when we bought it but I am sure glad we took the chance. It screams Savannah, which was one of the requirements I had when Mr.G got the job down here. I had no idea what that meant when I said it but I told him I would know it when we found the one. This one, this house we made a home is our forever home. It feels like us. The rocking chairs on our porch let out a creak as they catch some of the ocean air.

 Mr.G found his niche and is successful, but the more important thing is, he is happy. I see him pulling in to our drive way with a smile, proud of the work he is doing and the great job he is doing supporting his family.

I don't know that he is home yet until Bryce and her little brother Owen start yelling "Daddy's home! Daddy's Home!" It is more Bryce than it is Owen, he is walking as fast as his little legs can carry him to the front window yelling DA DA DA DA DA!!!

I give dinner one more stir, and take my apron off, I waddle to the front window to wave at Husband, baby number 3 shares in all our excitement as she kicks me repeatedly. I open the front door and see Bryce's brown curls, fly by me, I take Owen's hand and I am reminded when the setting sun hits his red hair, just how much he looks like his Daddy.

Mr.G kneels down and catches Bryce in his arms and gives her a big bear hug. She, just like her mother, starts talking a mile a minute about everything we did today.Owen walking on his own now, his very pregnant momma was holding him back, still chanting DA DA DA DA DA DA DA, finally reaches his best friend. Mr. G scoops up the kids hugs them both.

I make it to my family and husband puts the kids down and  wraps his arms around me, gives me a deep kiss, "Hey baby, I missed you today", I melt even after all these years I still love to hear him call me baby.

"I missed you too, we all did." I say looking down and my swollen belly, "she is kicking like crazy." Mr.G bends down, kisses my belly "Hello, baby girl, I missed you too."

We all go back in side and have a usual night in the G house.

We eat dinner and give thanks for our many blessings, Mr.G cleans up so I can rest my feet. We play out side with kids, and after bath time and bedtime stories I finally lay my self down to sleep.

I go through the events of day and smile. I think about the kids playing in back yard with Dot and Annie (our golden retriever), I think of the finger painting we did, the mini melt down Bryce had about wanting her hair in pig tails, Owen falling and reaching for me through big blubbering tears, Mr.G playing tickle monster with Bryce and Owen.

"Why are you smiling?" A sleepy Mr.G says, motioning over to me to come lay my head on his chest.

"In my own way, I was thanking God for not letting me miss a moment."

We turn the light off, and drift asleep to the sound of the swaying Spanish moss.