I will not name names but... a grouchy little fly on the wall recently told me that I am living in a happy go lucky little word, wanting everything to be perfect, with my little house on the prairie home that will never hold the dozen kids of my dreams, and playing my "make believe farm." So... in response to that... what is wrong with a little make believe. For those who don't know me personally and only know me as a blogger, let me for the record be truthful of the size of my little hillbilly farm... It was built in 1906, it is two bedrooms, small yes, the yard is no more than a 1/2 acre at best, I rent, I don't own, my shower water never gets hot enough, my dirt is so full of rocks, I may be dead before I plant my first vegetable seed, I have no money to build a chicken coop, let alone buy the chickens to put in it... need I continue. But in my eyes, in my little make believe world... It is the perfect house, with the most perfect living room window. A window that has had families gathering in front of it and looking out for 103 years. It is a home that exudes happiness when you only just look at it. It is a place that calls out to my heart and says, here is your little piece of heaven, your home sweet home. A place to bake cookies with Caillou, a place for Jasper to take his first steps. A place to hold family home evenings, and teach my children morals and standards to live by. The perfect little home to someday welcome a new little baby home. A home with tall enough ceilings to build triple bunkbeds and hold a couple more of the little babies I desire so dearly. A home, that is small but full of love and little ones running around, is far better than a mansion void of love and children. There are two trees out front perfect for a hammock, a shady nook to the side of the house for a picnic table. The yard is plenty big for a chicken coop and yard, swingset, and good old garden and pumpkin patch. With each rock I dig up, and with every flower I plant I can see my little dream becoming a reality. Maybe it is all just make believe, perhaps the veggies will never grow, or the cats will eat my chickens, maybe adding one more baby to the house will make me feel so cramped that I can't turn around without bumping into someone...maybe maybe maybe. Maybe the landlord will raise the rent and I will have to move, or maybe we will live here forever, maybe this house will hold my dozen little blessing, maybe the veggies will grow, and maybe, just maybe there is a happily ever after. So... In conclusion I say... what is wrong with a little make believe. Is it really make believe, or is it making the most out of what God has given me. Is it all imaginary or is it me choosing to look at the sunny side of things. So for now, I will continue to reside at my little make believe farm, and not stop imagining all it can and will be because it makes me happy.