I was a little girl.....

When I sat down awhile back to find a new song for my blog... I will admit it took me hours. I didnt want a song everyone else had (I like to be different) I ran across this song.. and instantly knew.. IT WAS THE ONE. I wanted a song that was about childhood, and the magic of it. This is my goal when I photograph a child... to capture the magic that surrounds them. Think back to your childhood, everything was sweeter... Christmas morning was magical.. running into the living room to see what santa left under the tree, spending nights with your granny and never wanting to leave, running barefoot in the summer and taking in every minute of your freedom before school started again. I can still remember taking my dolls and playing house outside, the huge tree at the edge of my grannys woods was my house, my car was my old trusty bike. I would pretend to drop my baby off at the sitters, and drive to my job.. then I would come home to my big tree and be a mom :) Even now as an adult there are things that take me back -smells- the smell of lilacs will instantly take me back to summers at my grannys. Childhood is ~magical~

I wanted to share the lyrics of my song... because I love it that much. I come here often just to listen to it.

-Dream-
I was a little girl
Alone in my little world
Who dreamed of a little home for me
I played pretend between the trees
And fed my houseguests bark and leaves
And laughed in my pretty bed of green

I had a dream
That I could fly
From the highest swing
I had a dream

Long walks in the dark
Through woods grown behind the park
I asked God who I'm supposed to be
The stars smiled down at me
God answered in silent reverie
I said a prayer and fell asleep

I had a dream
That I could fly
From the highest tree
I had a dream


Now I'm old and feeling gray
I don't know what's left to say
About this life I'm willing to leave
I lived it full, I lived it well
As many tales I live to tell
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
To fly from the highest wing
I had a dream


I hope when my children are grown, they can look back and say "I had the best childhood" And little things... like smells.. let a little magic bubble back up in their souls.