This is my world, the place where fancy dresses and hockey sticks go hand in hand. Where the high heels in the closet live in peace with the soccer cleats in the garage. Where you're never to old to dance around in your underwear singing full volume into a hair brush. Where trees are meant to be climbed and you will never forget who taught you how to climb them.
Where the grass stains on your jeans show just how hard you play and the scrapes on your knees show the passion with which you pray. Where the mountains outside my window literally bow down with praise. The sunsets colors are painted on my walls and the ocean is my lullaby whenever darkness falls. I dream in color but see the truth in black and white. Tears, well they happen, sometimes good, sometimes bad but always matched with a bigger plan. Here is where Daddy always said "you can be whatever you want to be" and those are the words I choose to believe.
This is my world, the place where fancy dresses and hockey sticks go hand in hand. Where the high heels in the closet live in peace with the soccer cleats in the garage. Where you're never to old to dance around in your underwear singing full volume into a hair brush. Where trees are meant to be climbed and you will never forget who taught you how to climb them. 
Where the grass stains on your jeans show just how hard you play and the scrapes on your knees show the passion with which you pray. Where the mountains outside my window literally bow down with praise. The sunsets colors are painted on my walls and the ocean is my lullaby whenever darkness falls. I dream in color but see the truth in black and white. Tears, well they happen, sometimes good, sometimes bad but always matched with a bigger plan. Here is where Daddy always said "you can be whatever you want to be" and those are the words I choose to believe.
