Sunset in Sandy

I thought about everything around me.
I wanted a nice house. Not a big house, but a nice, cute little house of my own. I would want someone to help me fill it, but a nice, cute little house would do for now. I wanted ivy growing on my house. I wanted a garden. Filled with vegetables and herbs. I wanted basil and thyme, lavender and rosemary. Tomatoes, zucchini, spinach, lettuce and corn, all with little heads sprouting green and promising from the deep brown earth. I wanted cool air to float in through the windows, smelling clean after a rain. I wanted to hear crickets and water. I want light to cascade through my bedroom.
I wanted to cook. They would be fabulous dishes, dishes that pleased everyone, especially myself. I wanted big tall trees I could climb and fantasize about. I wanted a nice life of my own, filled with all my joie de vivre.
Don't get me wrong, I had rough patches like the best of them. But I was yet to find someone who complimented me in my fascination and joy with the simple, delicious, and beautiful things. It's true my downs could be...down. But I was easily stroked back into a happy mood by joyous things. I was a girl who loved tall trees, pretty dresses, good food, soft kisses, fall leaves, crisp apples, and christmas lights.
I wanted someone to see that.
Even though I knew it was good enough for me that I loved life.