Best Day Ever.
How do you picture the best day of your life that hasn't happened yet? Write about it.
The best day of my life? I have to admit I've often thought about what the best day of my life would be. And whenever I think I'm going to have one of the best days ever it usually ends up in ruins. I have too high hopes for everything. And people say I'm a pessimist. I just try now not to let myself be disappointed anymore... not that that's stopped me. I continually hope too high about the things I never tell anyone. It's only the things that I assume the worst that I ever talk about. I'm too afraid to tell people how high my hopes are-- because I know I'll just be shot down and told that I'm not going to get what I want. It seems really childish, but that's not surprising. A lot of what I am is childish.
But back to this perfect day idea. I suppose the perfect day would start off with me waking up next to a man I love in a warm, soft bed after a good night's sleep. I'd be sleeping in the nude because, hey, it's my favorite way to sleep. I wake up, as does my husband. He rolls over and calls be beautiful and we make out for a while (don't judge me, its my perfect day).
Husband will get up and bring me pancakes, as I check my email and facebook, on which I have a million notifications of people telling me they love me and miss me because I'm so popular. I reply to some of them until hubby comes back with pancakes for us and our puppy jumps into bed with us. We eat our pancakes and then get ready for the day.
I'm thin on my perfect day (thank you Jesus) so I slip on a sundress and a cute pair of sandals. It's a day where I just naturally look great, so all I do is straighten my bangs, and I'm ready to go.
Husband and I pack a picnic lunch and go off to a park, where there aren't many people, and we bring our puppy too. We go for a walk for a while, playing with the puppy, and talking about life and love and laughing a lot. We also take time to look at all the flowers growing. My husband picks some and puts them in my hair. It is the perfect spring day. Just a hint of sweet breeze passing through. We sit down for lunch, which is delicious. Husband and I talk and cuddle and kiss some more in the grass. We are incredibly happy.
We leave the park and go back home, where we begin to plan for the party we are having that night. We cook and decorate together, having a great time. I go back to change into party clothes, and do a little more with my makeup and hair so I look even more fantastic. I change into a much more sophisticated dress and I feel great. Guests start arriving, and it's every one of my good friends, as well as my family. We play wonderful music and everyone has a great time getting along laughing and talking. Everyone tells me how great I look and how lucky I am to have all that I do. Once everyone goes, husband and I clean up for a bit, then get into our pjs and watch a movie together, that we both really enjoy. We cuddle and kiss and play with the puppy. I'm just completely in love with life. We go to bed and fall asleep in each others arms.
And that's my perfect day. It's simple, but it's so unattainable. Figures.
The best day of my life? I have to admit I've often thought about what the best day of my life would be. And whenever I think I'm going to have one of the best days ever it usually ends up in ruins. I have too high hopes for everything. And people say I'm a pessimist. I just try now not to let myself be disappointed anymore... not that that's stopped me. I continually hope too high about the things I never tell anyone. It's only the things that I assume the worst that I ever talk about. I'm too afraid to tell people how high my hopes are-- because I know I'll just be shot down and told that I'm not going to get what I want. It seems really childish, but that's not surprising. A lot of what I am is childish.
But back to this perfect day idea. I suppose the perfect day would start off with me waking up next to a man I love in a warm, soft bed after a good night's sleep. I'd be sleeping in the nude because, hey, it's my favorite way to sleep. I wake up, as does my husband. He rolls over and calls be beautiful and we make out for a while (don't judge me, its my perfect day).
Husband will get up and bring me pancakes, as I check my email and facebook, on which I have a million notifications of people telling me they love me and miss me because I'm so popular. I reply to some of them until hubby comes back with pancakes for us and our puppy jumps into bed with us. We eat our pancakes and then get ready for the day.
I'm thin on my perfect day (thank you Jesus) so I slip on a sundress and a cute pair of sandals. It's a day where I just naturally look great, so all I do is straighten my bangs, and I'm ready to go.
Husband and I pack a picnic lunch and go off to a park, where there aren't many people, and we bring our puppy too. We go for a walk for a while, playing with the puppy, and talking about life and love and laughing a lot. We also take time to look at all the flowers growing. My husband picks some and puts them in my hair. It is the perfect spring day. Just a hint of sweet breeze passing through. We sit down for lunch, which is delicious. Husband and I talk and cuddle and kiss some more in the grass. We are incredibly happy.
We leave the park and go back home, where we begin to plan for the party we are having that night. We cook and decorate together, having a great time. I go back to change into party clothes, and do a little more with my makeup and hair so I look even more fantastic. I change into a much more sophisticated dress and I feel great. Guests start arriving, and it's every one of my good friends, as well as my family. We play wonderful music and everyone has a great time getting along laughing and talking. Everyone tells me how great I look and how lucky I am to have all that I do. Once everyone goes, husband and I clean up for a bit, then get into our pjs and watch a movie together, that we both really enjoy. We cuddle and kiss and play with the puppy. I'm just completely in love with life. We go to bed and fall asleep in each others arms.
And that's my perfect day. It's simple, but it's so unattainable. Figures.