Daydreams
When I was a kid growing up in rural Louisiana I used to look at the Sears, Roebuck & Company catalog and pick out all the pretty things I wanted to buy for myself. I wanted pretty dresses, shoes, hats, coats, gloves, everything imaginable. When I grew up I was going to have a pretty home with all the best furnishings, a nice green lawn, and most of all peace and serenity. When I totaled the costs of all these things in real dollars it seemed impossible. I might as well forget it because I would never have that many dollars even if I lived a million years.
Eventually I grew up and reality set in; now it was certain, not the slightest kind of a doubt that these things would never be mine. I would live my life out there in that little corner of the world, dreaming about far away places. Wondering what life was like across the sea. I knew I would never see the next state, let alone some other continent. Even Canada and Mexico were too far away for me even to hope to get to visit.
Then I married a soldier. We traveled, a new duty station on average every three years. I lived in many different states. We visited Canada once. Haven't yet been to Mexico, but I have been to Germany. So many of my dreams did come true.
Still, I lived a frugal life. Not doing the things I really wanted to do. Not buying the things I really wanted to buy for myself and for the children. Money was tight.
Now, this week for the first time in my life I have splurged on something I truly want.
I am redecorating and refurnishing the guest room. Exactly the way I want it to be done. Blue, green, and white, with dark mahogany furniture.
The room is on the south side of the house and is sunny and light. Those cool colors should be perfect for that southern exposure, even on the hottest summer days.
My mother told me early in my marriage that I should be happy that I have a wonderful husband. She was right. And that proves that my dearest dream did become a reality.
It never hurts to dream; and if you are lucky some of your dreams might even come true.
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