Birthday Dreams

As my birthday approaches in 4 days, and especially because my birthday this year is reminding me that I am only 12 months and 4 days away from the big 30, I find myself asking is my life everything I thought it would be? So I took a trip down the dream lane to find out. (Cue dreaming music and smoke machine dream clouds).


When I was around 4 or 5, I wanted nothing more than to be what would be considered today as a Pop singer. Cindi Lauper was my idol. I wanted hair like hers, clothes like hers, and I knew I could sing like her. I remember sitting outside on my swing set and making up songs that I would later sing to my neighbors when they came to visit. By sing, I mean perform, with guitars, lights, everything. I am positive those people would pay big money to see that again. Unfortunately, God did not bless with me the gift of song and somewhere along the way this dream didn't come true.

In sixth grade, I decided the best thing for me to do was to get into the United States History book. I figured the best way to do this was to become the first women president of the USA. I had it all planned out. I would graduate HS, become a lawyer, get married when I was 32, win the presidency at 35, and not have children because I didn't think this job allowed enough time for them. Somehow, I am not a lawyer, nor a candidate for the President of the United States.

Then in my very, very early twenties, I thought I would get married and have 5 (YEP, not a typo) 5 children. And who knows what after that because I had no idea what kind of job I wanted to support these 5 (YEP, not a typo) 5 children.

In events unknown and unplanned by me, I found myself working at the library, I meet a teacher, and my new and a bit more realistic dream was to be a school librarian. This dream, I fulfilled. Not without some blood and tears, but I am enjoying every minute of it!

I am married to the man of my dreams. I love my house and my city. I love my job and the children who irritate and entertain me daily. I love my new found friends. But have I stopped dreaming...no.

My new dream goes something like this.... Move to Seaside, FL, open a bed and breakfast, cook gourmet meals, publish a cookbook, become a well-renowned artist, paint when I am not walking my giant Great Dane, garden, travel, and win the lottery.

I don't know what the next 29 years will bring, but I will keep dreaming.

Until next time......

XOXOXOXO