Something Borrowed

i am: artistic
i dream: all the time. Sometimes they actually happen
i think: but then I change my mind
i know: all things are possible through God
i want: financial security
i have: a neat family
i wish: I could paint till I'm good at it
i hate: being last on the list
i miss: deep, side splitting laughter
i fear: grinding to a halt / pain
i feel: bad when I am gruff with people
i hear: bagpipes...really
i smell: tearose perfume and think of my mom
i crave: painting at the kitchen table with my sisters
i search: the crowds for someone I know... always, everywhere
i wonder: what I could have done differently
i regret: not learning to drive a motorcycle
i love: hearing my kids cut up
i ache: pretty much all the time
i care: about globle warming
i always: have one cup of coffee before I get going
i am not: dainty or quiet or capable of either
i believe: in God
i dance: in my heart. Wish I still could in realtime
i sing: in the car
i cry: when I don't want to
i don’t always: say the right thing
i fight: when I've had enough or someone wrongs my kids.
i write: prayers
i lose: my mind... but I'm the only one in the house that can find anything.
i never: ___ this area purposely left blank
i listen: to johnny lang, marc broussard, and los lonely boys
i can usually be found: behind a computer
i need: a hip
i am happy about: simple times with my grandbaby
i desire: to be more supportive and not a dream crusher
i hope: my children realize their potential and don't make the same mistakes I have