Desires

I want to be educated. I want to have one of those photo buttons of my kid in a baseball uniform, and wear it everywhere, even in situations that could cause me great personal embarrassment. I want to whisper sweet nothings into her ear as we dance. I want to take my family to Disney World. I want to have a European car. I want to look in her eyes and tell her she is the most beautiful thing in the world, and mean it. I want to go back to Paris. I want to be with people who think it's cool I own a Jedi robe. I want to see the first game in the Twins' new ballpark. I want to see a World Series game. I want to dance. I want to take her dancing. I want to not be mundane. I want to lead a vicarious lifestyle. I want to lose weight. I want to try new things. I want to take my kids fishing. I want to walk with her through a city park, holding hands, taking our time. I want to learn from my parents. I want to have a collection of all black luggage. I want to sleep with her outside. I want to be in the U of M marching band. I want to have lifelong friends. I want to play the trombone well. I want to play in a jazz group. I want to go to a Star Wars convention. I want one of those honor roll stickers on my car. I want to see a World Cup soccer match. I want to pick her up from the airport, and hold her close when she comes off the gate. I want to see epic sights. I don't want any regrets. I want to love being alive. I want to love God. I want to love. I want a lot of things.