The goal isn’t a big house or keeping up with the Jones. Possessions are just things. I don’t care what everyone else has. It’s not a competition. It’s my heart and soul filled with experiences and memories with the ones I love. A mind filled with adventures to tell future generations. The way my soul feels calm when I talk to him. Family dinners and game nights. Hugs and kisses and cuddles. The simplicity of being wrapped in his arms as we dance under the stars when no one is watching. A smile. A laugh. Surrounding myself with people who add value to my life. Who challenge me to be greater than I was yesterday. The people who sprinkle magic into my world, the same way I do to theirs. We are meant to share this life. When I daydream about the future I don’t picture myself growing old alone. And after those enchiladas I made last night, someone better wife me up quick. (Laughing). In a world of easy access I’m a traditionalist when it comes to love. Relationships aren’t difficult. It’s people’s expectations that make the magic disappear. No, when I daydream I don’t see myself alone. I see myself surrounded by the amazing people in my life. Enjoying the sun rise and sets. Happy. Loved. And loving those who mean the most to me.