Dirt Driveways
Dirt Driveways
Who knew that dirt driveways lead to happy homes?
That Prince Charming’s white horse is really a black BMW.
That our kingdom would consist of his, mine, and ours.
Who knew that fairytale castles came in split-level houses with cathedral ceilings? That the beauty in the house comes from the twists and turns in the architecture. That such warmth could come from gray walls...I never knew gray was so warm.
Who knew that 4+2 equals 7 or at least it did when we added 9 more months…
That little pitter-patter feat could inspire such joy in all the kingdom's subjects. That this blended family isn’t blended at all but each whole with its parts making up something more extraordinary than any traditional whole.
Who knew that mud rooms decorated with boots and shoes of different sizes, shapes, and styles strewn about in a pattern called “life” could rival any grand hall. That my glass slippers would come under the Christmas tree in a box labeled Uggs and not be glass at all but still fit just right...more right than glass.
Who knew that white picket fences or castle walls have nothing on simple rocks stacked and aged with moss, filled with timeless tales, a foundation that has stood a hundred years maybe more. Holding the secrets of what has been and what will be.
Who knew that sleeping beauty wasn’t lying still at all but sleepwalking through life...following a path laid out before her by other’s expectations. That when she awoke it wasn’t his kiss that held the power but the smell of a flower and the feel of the grass beneath her feet.
Who knew that it was presence that would allow a brighter future to be written. Her storybook didn’t have an ending. That happily ever after meant happy right now.
Who knew that dreams were built on wishes but fulfilled by perspective. That dirt driveways lead to kingdoms. That open minds lead to open hearts that give space to be filled by pitter-patter feet, not-so-white horses, and a split-level home that has nothing split about it.
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