"Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world,"

he said wisely one day, "but people don't know what it's like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen. I am going to try and experiment."


On that subject:
I like to sleep in late.
And by that I mean, stay in my white bed, curled up in my white room, while sun streams in through the white shades.
Everything is bright and pretty and quiet and I lie in bed -half asleep- and think-dream.

This morning, I think-dreamed this story:

17 years from now Travis and I are living in a big farm-type house. It's pretty and white inside and out. Because its run all by solar panel power, a student from the University Travis works at comes out to make a mini-documentary about how we live.
He says, "describe to me your daily routine"
I say, "I get up at 5:00 with my two oldest kids because they have to leave for early morning seminary in the next hour. They start getting ready while I go out and milk Rosie."
Rosie is the only cow we have but we use her milk instead of store bought. She is sweet and pretty. White and red. We only have about an acre of land, but that's enough for Rosie and us.
"Then I take her out to graze."

I continue, "Then I come in and shower quick, then Travis and the little kids get up and we read scriptures while the big kids and I eat breakfast. I boil water and have tea. Some of the kids have tea or hot cocoa too, Travis and the baby have juice."
In my morning dream we usually have five or six kids. For a while we had a baby who was one or two, but usually we had five kids and the littlest was four. Sometimes in my morning dream I was pregnant. Don't get confused if the number of children jumps around.
(It's hard to stay consistent in your think-dreams because you're only partially awake, but you get to think of things that you want to, because you're only half asleep.)

"Then the big kids leave for school and the little kids get dressed while Travis showers and I blow-dry my hair, etc." I say.
"Then the little kids eat breakfast, but it's only about 7:00 when they're done, and they have a half hour before school. The child who is in middle school, (usually there was just one and his name with Matt) goes out and feeds the dog and our chickens, while the littler two kids (ages 8 and 6) go pick up all the eggs from our few little chickens. We don't keep the chickens in a box, and sometimes the hens try to hide the eggs, so they kids have to search through the long grass to find all the eggs. It's just enough for our family." (We don't eat these chickens. They're just for eggs.)
"Then the kids run to the school bus and leave for school, and I go inside with my youngest child, who is usually four, and she plays while I clean up a little. We go bug her daddy, who works primarily from home, or sometimes campus."
"I'm surprised there's not a big tv in here," says the man making a doc about our life. Our living room is big and white with wide windows on two walls, and a tall bookcase on the third. There is no fourth wall, the living room just stretches until it becomes the kitchen.
"There is!" says little Carrie (usually that was the littlest one's name. Sometimes it was Grace, though.) She shows how to lower the screen from the ceiling, where we watch movies as a family from a projector.
The man looks at the bookshelf behind it. Half is full of books, and half is full of movies.
"What's your system here?" he asks.
"Well, the higher the shelves are more grown-up movies," I say. "The bottom shelf is all Christmas movies, then a shelf of documentaries, skateboarding and snowboarding movies, things like that. Here at Carrie's eye level are all the little kids movies, Disney movies, ect. Up higher is the shelf of slightly more grown-up kid movies, like Goonies, or Pirates of the Caribbean. Above that is a shelf of movies for our teenagers, chick flicks, comedies, you know. Then this shelf of International movies, and above that is movies are kids aren't allowed to watch without us, if at all."
"What great organizational skills!" exclaims the documentary film maker.
This morning dream (or think-dream as it can also be called) goes on for a long time, since Travis and I sort of awoke at like 6 and didn't get up until about 10.
But I'll spare you the rest of the details. Let me merely say that the rest includes descriptions of a very well organized mud-room, office, and the giving away of pretty kittens, since the cat we keep out with Rosie and the puppy in the barn/shed to catch mice had kittens, a description of the very big garden and everything we grow, and how each kids has their own little plot and an elaborate description of how often and when my book club meets.
It was a very nice morning.

Travis told me to be sure and write a blog post about it so we wouldn't forget, and someday we'll remember that our baby is named Carol (called Carrie) and our cow is named Rosie, and I have an ideal morning routine already planned out.

p.s. Do you know what that quote is from? If you know then you are surely my best friend of all!