twenty-eight years of being me

I am . . .

A mummy and a wife. 

A daughter and a sister. 

A summer baby. 

A hippy at heart. 

I want . . .

A house by the sea. 

Thicker eyelashes. 

A garden with a swing set. 

A Kitchen Aid mixer.

I have . . .

Everything I need in life; 

a wonderful family, 

a beautiful home 

and a whole lot of love.

I hate . . .

Moths. 

Mushrooms. 

Miserable weather. 

Lies.

I wonder . . .

How different my life would be 

if I hadn't passed my A-Levels, 

and got in to the university that I did, 

and met the man that I did.

I regret . . .

Losing things; 

it plays on my mind for days. 

Losing people; 

it plays on my mind for years.

I dance . . .

Because I NEED to! 

Whenever there is music, 

I dance. 

And so does the beautiful boy.

I sing . . .

All the time; 

in the car, in the shower, 

doing the housework, when changing nappies. 

And if I can't think of a song to sing then I just make one up.

I need . . .

Lots of cuddles. 

Mexican food regularly. 

Frequent doses of sunshine.

Strawberries and cream when I'm sad.

I never . . .

Go to sleep without whispering to my sleeping little guy that I love him. 

Leave the house or let my husband leave the house without kisses.

Take my family granted; I'm grateful for them each and every day.

Stop dreaming.

I am not . . .

A very good housewife, 

because I blog when I should be doing laundry/vacuuming/cleaning/tidying.

As brave as I like to appear,

I put a smiley face on even when I'm crying inside.

I rarely . . .

Cry; and generally only do it when I'm really happy.

Go a whole day without a packet of crisps.

Manage to visit a bookshop without buying a new book 

(the same goes for Boots and nail polish!)

I always . . .

Try to look on the bright side of life. 

I do know that it gets nauseating, but it's just the way I am.

Put adventure first;

I'd much rather live my life to the full than have a tidy bedroom.

I wish . . .

The weekends were longer and the working week shorter, 

so we could spend more time as a family.

That I could find a way of bottling up childhood innocence,

whenever I see it on a baby's face I feel a bit sad that it can't last forever.

I love . . .

Fresh flowers. 

White. 

Ice-cream on a hot day or hot chocolate on a cold day.

My family.