I often visualize my life, and the possibilities of it.
It useally is a few picture images that burn from my mind into my heart.
Pictures of traveling with the one man who gets me, the man of my
dreams, and our little dog. Taking little adventures when we get time, just
spending days in the car talking as if we didn’t know every little thing about
each other, taking pictures at little monuments and obscurities that
towns are known for.
Pictures of sitting on the porch swing, bundled in a blanket. Him holding me close, and me; reading to him books or articles from the paper as we sip tea out of our favorite cups.
Pictures of slow dancing in the midnight air with the only sound being his voice in my ear humming a song and the faint gentle sound of breathing as it escapes our lips.
Pictures of a life with the most beautiful love that God can bless
someone with, pictures of a house, a home built with the love of Christ.
Pictures of a life that is always changing, always evolving, sometimes hard, and is a little messy at times, yet while always remaining beautiful through our love.
I picture this.
I picture my life.
I picture you & me.
“a picture of you, holdin’ a picture of me, in the pocket of my blue jeans.” Jolene – Ray Lamontagne
