11 January 2010

"Lucky"

For years, whenever I walk by a shop that has a white sofa in it, I stop, and am slowly but surely drawn in. My breath catches in my throat as I saddle up to the piece of furniture which is my dream. I run my hands over the back and top of the overstuffed pillows.  I sit down and slowly, sink into the downy softness.  I dare to dream how this pristine, white, overstuffed, sofa would look in my little cottage.  And in my dreams, the way I imagine it, it would be incredible! I sit back, get comfy, close my eyes and ...  There would be family photos framed all around on the walls and side tables. Beautiful children smiling down from them, holding memories of laughter and silliness and adventures together.  A soft breeze would blow the white linen curtains back from the windows into the room where I would be sitting with my best friend. The smell of gentle salt air would be permeating the room. There would be iced tea in tall, clear, glasses garnished with lemon wedges and a sprig of mint on the rim.  Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat would be singing in their harmonious voices about love; and sunshine would be pouring in through the windows where we'd be sitting on my soft, downy, clean, white sofa. I'd be thinking, lucky, lucky, me!






Do you hear me,
I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard


I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you I promise you, I will
I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday
And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music fill the air
I'll put a flower in your hair
Though the breezes through trees
Move so pretty you're all I see
As the world keeps spinning round
You hold me right here right now
I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
I'm lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday
Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Lucky, lucky, lucky...


Then suddenly - SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECH.



My eyes dart open.  I look around and remember with a wince of embarrassment that I am in reality, sitting in a Pottery Barn or a Restoration Hardware store. I realize with a jolt that hits me like a lightening bolt. I wake up to the reality of what is, not the reality of - reality.  Which is that, I will never, ever, ever, never,  have this.



Because







I have This!
Love you more than all the little and big boys, dogs, and dirty, sandy, feet that lie upon my sofa.  Am I lucky or what!


Blessings,
Tia

3 comments:

Yaya said...

Hehe. That's the same way I feel every tine I see something orange.

shani z said...

i dream about white sofas too.

Helene said...

Oh I totally get this!! We have a dark sofa right now in our family room and when we were at Costco the other day Tim saw a beige sofa that he thought would look great. I just laughed hysterically and he was like, What? I said, "Are you serious?? I'll give you 4 reasons why that's a really bad idea"...and I pointed to our 4 babies who had bright red yogurt all over their faces after "eating" a table sample.

But we can have our dreams, right? Someday.