You thought I had forgotten about the little deal we made, didn't you?
The one where I said you could ask me anything and I would answer you?
I didn't forget, friends!
So, here we go.
. . .
Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
. . .
Oh, I like this! Let's see, when I grow up, I want to be...
A mama, actually. I don't want to be called Mother. Too formal for my blood.
An even better wife to Justin.
I hope I am a good wife now, but I don't ever want to get to a place where I think I've arrived.
I always want to be good for him, good to him.
It makes me so nervous to even type that out, like I'm gonna jinx it or something.
But I said I'd be honest, so there. Now you know.
A good listener.
Really hear what people are saying, and not merely with their words.
A really talented one like Whitney. I want to be all, Oh, this fly sweater? Yeah, I made it.
I love the idea of painting and wonder what might happen if I really tried.
I'd want to have an easel on my porch out in the country and paint like Allie Hamilton did in The Notebook.
A friend you'd want to have.
I read a quote on pinterest last week that said something like, Be the kind of friend you'd want to meet.
I want to be that kind of person.
And last but not least...
A salsa dancer.
Ummm, hello! Those ladies have some serious moooves.
When I was in kindergarten, I wanted to be an astronaut and
when I was in middle school, I wanted to be a nurse.
I lost interest in the first and married the other,
so I'd say my chances are pretty good for accomplishing at least part of this list.
Happy Friday to you and you and you.