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!
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.
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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:
Hehe. That's the same way I feel every tine I see something orange.
i dream about white sofas too.
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.
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