A post about nothing.

I have this dream (and it might be a foolish dream) that the man I marry is a musician. And not the famous kind, the quiet humble kind. I don't care if he's even in a band, I just want to be able to make music with him. I want his voice to be the last thing I hear before I fall asleep at night. I want to be able to come to him with a song and have him fill in the missing pieces. I want to sing our children to sleep together, like my parents did for me and my sisters.

It’s silly; I know. Probably selfish. But I've always thought about it.




On a random note, this made me laugh today.