And one day we’ll decide that it’s time. Then we’ll both work hard to save enough money. We’ll spend hours with magazines, looking at pictures of bedrooms, bathtubs and kitchens. We’ll visit people’s houses for ideas. We’ll get one of our architect friends to help out.
After lots of searching, we’ll finally buy a little piece of land somewhere near where either of our parents’ live. And slowly we’ll watch as dreams turn into walls, ceilings, windows and doors. We’ll be there every step of the way; as each brick is set in mortar, as each floor is leveled, as each light bulb goes in. We’ll argue about what type of stain should go on the wood, or what faucets match the showers, or which artwork to hang on which wall. And I’ll let you win most of the time.
Once everything is complete, we’ll put life into those rooms. We’ll plant vines of romantic bougainvillea in the garden. We’ll get cute outdoor furniture to put on the terrace for when the weather will be good. We’ll throw a house warming party to share our happiness with friends and family. And we’ll remember always to thank God.
We’ll watch the children grow up, fight their little fights, keep us awake most nights of the week with all the million little things they’ll need. We’ll teach them to love and how to have fun. And when they’re at school and their teachers ask them to draw a picture of their most favourite place in the world; they too will draw a picture of our home.
I want your dreams to come true. And I want to be there with you to watch our lives unfold like beautiful paper roses.
