I hope to live in a house big enough for all of us. Not fancy or fake, something that will reflect our personalities and make it look like we actually live in it. With objects scattered around the floor and a neatly and perfectly planned garden.

I hope that everyone will get on with my daughter. She wont be picked on because she`s small and round and i hope she will learn from mummy to tell people she dosen`t actually like them.
I hope to have a kitchen that is lively and inviting, not like a show house. I want functional and homely.

I hope to braid my daughters hair and style it however she wants it and when she asks "how come my hair dosen`t fit into bunches mummy?" i will simply reply with "everyones different, i think everyone will be jelous of your short hair"

I hope to spend my weekends being the proud mum at football matches, playing with barbies and building massive forts with pillows and our favourite blanket, Baking buns and making the kitchen unbelievably messy and when my husband walks in i will simply say "want to help lick the bowl out?"
I want to have cute yellow curtains and squeeky wood floors.
I want to keep a record of the things my children do, a journal full of funny things they have said, lessons in life. I want them to always remember how special their childhood was and never forget that it`s only a book away.

I want them to realise that it dosen`t hurt to dream, wether they get picked on for building lego houses at school or dressing up as a fireman. I want them to realise that they can be anything they want to be if they truly put their mind to it.
I hope to be a connected family who lives life to the full. Not at all perfect. I hope to create a house full of fun and inspiration and want my children to feel safe to be what they want to be without anyone actually guiding them into what they dont want to be.