{another} Try This: Chapter 1

I want...

I want to live in a small house with a big dog. I want my rooms to be filled with overstuffed chairs and too many pillows. I want pictures to be my decorations and my bookshelf to reflect who I am. I want to walk in and feel like I am at home and that my home missed me while I was away. I want walls with bright colors and artwork that I have made. I want secret hiding places in my ottomans and a lamp by the biggest chair. I want a small terrace with write french doors and a potted lemon tree. I want a table that is hand made and has its own personality. I want it to be too big for the room but too small for all of my plates. I want my aprons to be on the kitchen door and my red mixer on the counter. I want a coffee table to hold books about cooking, Spain and my adventures. I want to have dinner parties with wine and jazz music and too many opinions. I want lots of hors d'oeuvres and gluten free brownies. I want to laugh and love and play and end up back in my bedroom with my husband when everything is done. I want to play in the sheets, the shower and the kitchen. I want to cook and run and love. I want to fall in love over and over every day when he walks in the door. I want too many kisses and too many hugs.