It's a beautiful morning, our ancient refrigerator is taking a rare break from humming loudly, and I am actually able to hear sounds outside even though the windows are all closed to keep the morning chill out of the house. Birds are singing cheerily, which happens to be one of my favorite sounds. But even sweeter is the sound of the wind chimes as they move in the gentle breeze.
A local store sells them, and every time I visited I couldn't help but admire them and envision a set on our front porch. Maybe once we're grandparents living in a little white house, I will be able to have a set, I kept telling myself. The scene in my mind looked perfect. LV and I would each be rocking in a hickory rocking chair on the front porch, he would have a fly swatter to get rid of any annoying flies or mosquitoes that come pester us. I would be knitting something, and a nice Great Pyrenees dog would be dozing off at our feet. And of course wind chimes would be serenading us.
I don't know why I keep seeing me knitting since I really loathe all types hand sewing and knitting.
~~~~~Last Christmas LV surprised me with the very wind chimes I had only dared dream about. They sound every bit as beautiful as I thought they would.
Life is good, happy healthy children, a wonderful husband, and my wind chimes. = Happy me.