The Way to a Women's Heart, is With a Bottle of Wine!

I need to apologize to my readers tonight. Yesterday was not exactly conducive for my usual writing style, so I took a short cut. I cheated. I got technical and to the point. I was dishonest.  If I had been honest with you at all yesterday I would not have written about the dining room or the light fixtures.

I would have talked to you about friendship and love. Because those where the matters on my mind yesterday. One of my dearest friends, my Buffalo, was heart broken yesterday. And the incident that caused her to become disgruntled, literally took place ten minutes before I had started to write my blog. I felt terrible, and disconnected. I didn't feel comfortable writing about my feelings yesterday, so I lied.

I feel awful about it, because this is supposed to be about my hopes, and dreams. Those yesterday and today are different from what I shared with you. So tonight, it's all about the truth.

Heartache is becoming more and more alien to me. I love my husband, and I know he returns that love. I love my daughter, and the blood bonds we have are already so thick I know I could never love anything as much as I love her. My little but whole family has cured me of many of my past wounds, and heart related imperfections.

But that doesn't mean that I am immune to the effects that heartache and disappointed have on my friends, and the people dearest to me. Through my past alone, and I can find reasons to relate. Although I try very hard not to. I I know that no one is perfect, and unfortunately some times the things you want in life more than anything, aren't the things you need, and aren't the things you get. 

That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, and it definitely doesn't mean you no longer want these things that have already found a place in your heart. Like this beautiful home.

I'll give you one guess as to the part of the house I'm yearning to inhabit tonight!

My thoughts tonight are on one thing, and one alone. Poring myself, and my best friends a glass of wine in the back patio of our home. Comforting each other. Learning from each other, and best of all, growing old together.

Wine glasses...? Hmmm, they knew we were coming.

I just want a place that I can not only call my own, but I can share it with my family and friends. A space that can be ours, to feel safe and welcome in. A place where my buffalo can come for a vacation, leave the troubles of home behind. Feel happy, and comfortable. I want it so badly, I can taste it. Do you want to know what it tastes like...Victory. And it's so very sweet!

So from the moment I move in, I promise to keep my fridge stocked with milk, and eggs. My daughters two favorite things. The cabinets stocked with Cinnamon toast crunch, and Lucky charms. My husbands favorite cereals. And my cellar stocked with wine, for my lovelies no matter when they decided to drop in. Or may just need a friend and a glass. Or a bottle. 

Our favorite right now!

So this blog, as you can tell is not just dedicating to my loving husband, as always, or my wonderful, amazing baby girl. But one of my best friends. My buffalo.

Buffalo and I.

My family may be everything to me but, "Friends are the Family you choose for yourself." 

I can not wait to have the security and comfort of a home of our own. A place to grow old together in. To finally be a married couple, with a daughter. A little happy family. But I will always have an open seat on our back porch, and an empty bed down the hall. 

Until Then and Always,

Hopeful Mother. Of. Madison.