Someday I will. That's the start.
Someday I will see cancer be cured. I've just got to believe that. Someday.
Someday I will find just one great bottle of red wine that is so good I will be unable to stand any other. Check that. That will never happen. But I'm searching just the same.
Someday I will see the things on my travels to come list. All the things.
Someday I will just bite the bullet and fly my kids to Italy. What doesn't sound fun about two toddlers inside a metal tube cramped into their seats for hours and hours? Maybe someday it will be acceptable to give your kids an Ambien.
Someday I will go back to wearing underwire bras. They are just so damn uncomfortable. And I sweat. Details. Someday they will be back. I promise Matt.
Someday I will be sad to see those kids leave me. I'll be left all by me onesie with Matt. We will be bored.
Someday I will floss more than twice a year (gross I know!). Someday I'll make my dentist happy.
Someday I will run a marathon.
Someday I will move.
Someday I will miss hearing Letty say 'mommy' 637,865,732 times a day.
Someday I will shop for groceries and only get items on said list.
Someday I will have more than thirteen followers on this here blog. And maybe someday I won't watch Google Analytics so closely.
Someday I will learn Italian. Other than a few choice curse words I learned from older Italian relatives I really have got nothing.
Someday I will not care that my kid's books aren't organized by spine color. Because I kinda care a lot about it now.
Someday Letty won't require my assistance to use the bathroom. A dozen times a day.
Someday Matt and I will be old and healthy. With lots of grand kids. And maybe a vineyard.
