I want to know (and to feel) that I’ll always be taken care of–no matter what.
I want to crawl into bed and sleep for days on end when I’m sick.
I want to ask for a big long list of things for Christmas, and fully expect Santa to deliver them all.
I want to be given a lollipop at the doctor’s office or at the bank. And to be able to spend 3 minutes deciding what flavor I want.
I want to never have to write another check, fight with the cable company, or pull weeds.
I want to never have to make a life-changing decision.
I want to fall into bed and sleep as if I don’t have a care in the world.
I want to wear clothes that don’t match and wear my Halloween costume in July.
Sometimes I just want to be a kid again. Really, is that too much to ask?