"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