Forever Hopeful: The Waiting Game

You may think by waiting game, I am referring to the thirty-six hours left until I can start entering the sweepstakes and therefore getting that much closer to the future home of myself and my wonderful little family. Or perhaps the following 45 days of voting, and then who knows how many days until the announcement of my impending victory.

But in reality, or deliriosity as I'm liking to call it, I'm having a hard time waiting for the day when we can move in! I dreamed last night that we were flown to our new home, that we opened the front door, and my husband and I immediately ran our daughter up to her new room to jump on the beds and squeal with unrelenting joy!

It's a beautiful thought isn't it!

Insanity, sure why not. A possibility? Damn straight. There is nothing in this world stopping us from making this a reality, except odds. And what are odds really? A series of numbers, a sequence or equation that sums up outcomes. But all that really tells me is that I have something those equations can't calculate. Hope. Belief. And the most powerful reality of all, love.

Sometimes you just have to believe. Nothing bad has ever come of someone believing and hoping with all there heart that they have a chance for happiness.

A wise women once said "A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true." - Cinderella

I know as an adult that the world isn't always the beautiful, colorful, and awe inspiring place that Disney made it out to be for us as children. But what I have learned, and what I do know now, without a single doubt in my heart, is that people make the world what it is. With that being the case, I'm gonna make for my daughter the world I always I thought it should be.

And I'm going to start by giving her this beautiful home, in this wonderful community to start our lives in. So that as she starts to grow up, I can focus on showing her the world the way I wish I had seen it as a child. Through the eyes of a child who is loved, and never afraid.

Some people may think a blog isn't the right place for a mother to rant about her illogical and mathematically impractical dreams, but i'm hoping it's not just me that feels this way. I'm praying that I'm not the only one that wants to feel this way. That want's victory for the heart.

"I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you."... I may never hold your hand, or thank you for your thoughts, and prayers. But I will continue hoping that you and I find what it is our hearts desire most. Hope.