As I walk back toward the barn, I remember anxiously awaiting Madison’s arrival this morning. I wish I could turn back time. I’d sweep her into the barn immediately when she arrived. I’d kiss her breathless and while she caught her breath I’d spill my heart to her. I’d tell her I love her, I’d tell her I want her in my life every day, and I’d ask her to consider moving our relationship forward.
When she began to argue, I’d share I imagine us married, starting a family, and living in Chicago year-round. In my dreams, she teaches in Chicago, she’s actively involved in the middle school, and often shares stories from school at our dinner table. I’d explain my strong desire to ask her to marry me, but realize we need to date, to solve our long-distance issues, and reconnect first.