when I grow up

I want a big house, with a yard, so my crazy malamute -because they are all I'll ever own- can run free and not be seen as "aggressive" for being so big.. 

I will be married with two kids, yup, or three.. maybe just two.. 

I will have given up on the notion of a "happily ever after" fairy tale and make my own. 

I will not be famous, rich or extrodinarily beautiful.. I will just be me, if any of these things happen they wont change who I am. 

I will make forts, costumes and laugh with my children whenever I possibly can. 

I will be successful, in what? I don't know.. kind of figuring that out now. 

The Bible will be a daily read in my home, with my spouse, children and dog.. yes, my dogs will know God. 

I will be comfortable in my own skin.

I want a subaru.

I will own at least three purses that go with anything. 

I will have cute outfits, I'll be fashionable.. sort of? 

I will let go of my past - currently working on- 

My parents will know that I love them and am grateful for them. 

My spouse will equally know that I love them and am grateful for them.

My children will be loved, hard working and know what it takes to earn a dollar. 

I will take pictures. 

I will laugh.

I will love. 

I will grow up eventually.. but until then, I'll continue to dream about what I'll be... and as my dad says "growing up is mandatory in age, but not in your spirit" 

-Acacia 

Reminder

Just a little something that reminds me of a certain someone.. at times 

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) 

I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) 

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) 

I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and its you whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you. 

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) 

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. 

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) 

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even when you piss me off, make me want to hit you over the head with a frying pan -50s style- I seem to recall the reasons why I love you.

Here's to a life full of realistic goals and expectations.. anger, and hopefully more laughter than either of us can handle.