sun shining through sheer curtains that billow in the breeze
peaceful bedroom, patchwork quilt gently lit by the sun
sandy hardwood floors, nothing a broom can't handle
smelling fresh pineapple, cut this morning
two little ones (not so wee anymore) playing in the sand
farm buildings sprouting up from the rolling hills across the field of growing corn
leaves of the birch tree dancing in the wind
Can this be?
I truly live here, experiencing this existence?
I could capture these experiences on film, create a book or a movie.
I could title it This Mama's Dream Come True.