Swing Set

Little girls dream of weddings. The dress, Prince Charming, and mostly that moment where they are real living princesses. While other little girls were having this dream I was playing in the mud with my best friend Jacob. So much of my time was devoted to unveiling the layers of lace my mom coated me in for beauty peagants. Mud was my true make up.
Alot of lonely feelings ached in my doll like bones. Outside of my childhood home stood a swing set. If you look out the window at a swing set it is just a simple frame that shares in that lonely feeling. The only time I would notice that my swing set was absent of that feeling would be if there was a strong breeze. That breeze came within me.
No matter what kid called me "shrimp" or how I couldn't have a sleep over with the rest of the boys, or that I just never "fit" my swing stood there. It waited to scoop me up. Cradle me and rock me. The breeze would come, my hair would blow and everything would be ok.
As an adult life took me on a million different roads. None of which I regret. For some odd reason I even enjoy the fork in the road. After many relationships, the time came. I had to eat my words, using that fork... Independent thinking- a mental flushing of any romantic ideas. I firmly took the stand that no one can sweep me off of my feet. Anything that stood for true love scared me. Hearts drawn in the sand, hand holding in public, red roses made me ill, and names that came in food form. Shoot me now.
There he was. Someone that shared my out of the box thinking, someone that would fight for me when I had no fight left. This went far beyond the blue eye syndrome. He stood tall in my world. Music and poetry filled his lips and he did not even know it. Soon I was that person. We hold hands... a lot.
This dream I have to share with you is not mine, this dream is his. He was my swing set. Standing there, never leaving, just waiting to rock me. When you swing so high, you see the world differently. You laugh hard and feel a freedom that only this moment has to offer.
Brad's dream was clear. He had his own shirt collection that I had "Unlocked" for him. He was ready to unlock our future. He wanted to marry me. While I was covered in all of the dark angst an artist drowns in he was there every single day with the same words in his mouth. "Marry me" Do not get me wrong, I loved this man. He was my best friend, he was why our business even came to life, and I was only one thing. S C A R E D!
Pushing, screaming, laughing, and crying. He wanted to marry me. He dreamt of a future of colors. Brad needed a future that involved my crazy rollercoaster mind. His dream bled into my heart. We were not only going to create a business together, but a life. Mundane sand drawing was not my ideal plan. Screw my plan. I love sand.
Today we went to the park. Swinging is another art form to me. Brad was there, Brad will always be there. He is not just my husband. He holds and shares in my dreams.


Feeling Freedom

1. you

2. a swing

3. swing high, until you feel free