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I've been thinking about the man I want to marry someday, and about my future family.






My husband is going to be the kind of man who sees my daughter and enthusiastically says "HEY BEAUTIFUL!!"

 To him and I, it won't matter how we're seen by other families. If they come in and our house is a mess and the kids are running around like little crazies, it will be okay as long as we're happy. We won't need a nice car or a nice house in order to be happy. What we'll have is a comfy couch, enough food, and LOTS of books. Wouldn't it be sweet if the kids played with blocks instead of iPads? Wouldn't it be sweet if they ate fruit instead of fruit snacks? Wouldn't it be sweet if they colored with crayons instead of watching TV? What if we had the lower section of our walls completely covered in butcher paper so that they could draw anything they wanted to all over our walls? We could have homemade quilts on the beds and maybe we'll end up wearing lived-in hand-me-downs and thrift shop finds. Sometimes maybe we'll load up the kids, lots of fruit, camping gear, lots of books and audiobooks and ourselves into our unremarkable car (15-passenger van?) and go on a road trip to it-doesn't-really-matter-where. 

 My sons will be the cutest little men you've ever seen, whether they're artists or interior designers or cowboys or rugby players or surfers or skaters or whatever.   
My daughters will be the sweetest little ladies ever, whether they're tomboys or frilly girls or whatever.

 I'm just dreaming again........ I don't know anything about raising kids and I'll probably end up taking an easier road than the one I've just talked about. Idealism is easy, reality is hard. But really? I'm so excited for my little family. What will it be like to have all those souls to love and care for and defend and guide? I'm so very excited to have a family of my own...

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