As I sit here in front of my laptop I find it hard to think of a place that I want to be at this moment. If I’m given a choice, I crave nothing more than to dwell in my own dream, to be in a small and cosy room with a beautiful hand made water fountain. Sitting in a worn out arm chair and listen to sound of my kids playing in our back yard. My eldest son become a private who conquered an island with his little brother and sister as his faithful sidekick. The dream seems so far away from where I am right now. But sooner or later, I will make sure I make my own water fountain. Even though I am a lousy artist.
P/s: A cup of coffee made by my man would be great as we share our stories about the stressful workday. Love in a cup of coffee.