Sometimes I just want to be five, to grab a blanket and a stuffed animal and curl up on the couch. I want to look at a big storybook with colorful pictures and fall asleep to happy endings. I want to be hugged and kissed and doted on, to be told how special I am. I want to drink hot chocolate with whipped cream piled so high it slides over the edge of the cup. I want to pretend I have my whole life before me and feel like time is endless. I want to eat dessert and skip dinner. I want to run and play outside until someone finally calls me home. I want to wish upon a starlight star bright sky. Oh my 5 year old self, I so miss you, but your memories are sweet strolls down innocence lane.
© Jody Doty