I want, I want, I want.....

I want, I want, I want. I want to finish my book.

I want to meet "her".

I want to watch storms from a comfy home.

I want "her" to catch me watching her put makeup on in the mirror, and smile.

I want babies with chubby legs and saggy diapers to run awkwardly down the hall, in a fit of giggles.

I want to lay in my yard and smell grass and fallen leaves and wood smoke.

I want a nice place to write, someplace warm.

I want to fall asleep with a baby on my chest.

I want to have movie night.

I want to get sap on my hands cutting down a Christmas tree.

I want to spend more time untangling the children's lines than fishing.

I want to sit by the fireplace and drink port with "her".

I want to watch somebody buy my book at Barnes and Noble.

I want a shower with hot water that lasts for hours.

I want to listen to eighties music on Sundays.

I want to assemble toys and eat cookies on Christmas Eve.

I want to be a guest speaker at an elementary school on career day.

I want her to chase me around the house with mistletoe.

I want to eat sushi on Wednesday's.

I want to still make it to the Caribbean this year.

I want to ski every weekend this winter.

I want to watch the sunrise from my surfboard, more often.

I want a closet full of board games and no dust.

I want "her" to inspire and motivate me to grow.

I want to inspire "her" to grow.

I want to meet more people in bookstores.

I want to backpack Scotland.

I want to learn how to play the piano.

I want to sell more of my screenplays.

I want to see my family more.

I want to eat sushi on Saturdays (as well as Wednesday's).

I want to invite people over for dinner more often.

I want to find the motivation to publish my children s book.

I want to eat more French toast.

I want a yard with trees.

I want to watch the snowfall at night.

I want to smell oak trees on a misty day.

I want to lie in bed, listening to hail hammering on the roof.

I want, I want, I want.