dreaming...
/I had a conversation with one of my most favorite people in the whole world yesterday. She always provokes me to dream big and imagine outlandish ideas coming true. I love her for that. I miss her for that. We are always saying, "I wish we lived closer." What if we stopped wishing?
We talked about uprooting our families and moving to the farm where we would run the day-to-day stuff for my Uncle (her dad). We would be farmers/orchardists, and of course we would be extrememly cute in working in outfits like these:
Of course we would also probably wear braids, and possibly flowers in our hair (but only for special occasions).
and of course it would be hard work...but we would be together, and we would laugh a lot. Our families could grow up together. It would be a wholesome life in the country (well mostly, Jenn and I would have to try hard not to get into trouble).
Then we exchanged several texts about opening a farm stand with fresh fruit, homemade pies and bread, coffee, smoothies, and maybe even some local wines. We could host barn dances...
...you see where we're going with this?
I now have a pinterest board titled "Dreaming of a Farm" and a new book on the way.
It's good to have dreams. They make you smile. Sometimes I dismiss them too quickly. And who knows? Maybe they'll come true someday. I've already have the kids convinced that a farm could be fun!