Sometimes I like to dream.

Do you ever find yourself lost in a daze, dreaming about how you imagine your life in the future?

As I got ready for church and put in my fake pearl earrings, I had one of those moments.

I pictured myself married to my prince, leading a simple, 'Leave it to Beaver' lifestyle where I lived in a small house and knew all of my neighbors. I was home cooking and cleaning dressed in my pearls and ruffly apron, waiting anxiously for my children to come home from school where I would sit and talk to them about what they learned and did that day. I saw myself crying with them as they told me about the crude and negative things going on in the world around them. I saw myself sitting in the bleachers next to my prince, cheering our children on in basketball games and tennis matches, and telling them they did a fabulous job at their piano recitals, even when they messed up a number of times . I saw myself tucking them in at night after teaching them how to pray. I saw myself emotional after sleepless nights rocking crying babies. I saw myself busy. I saw myself happier than I've ever been.

Is that too much to ask, I thought to myself.

It never hurts to dream.