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Someday I’d like to attain ironic hipster status among my aquintances.
Not among my friends.
They know I’m not cool enough for that.
I’d like for my babies to be as smart as my husband,
Twice as creative as me,
And a better chef than both of us put together.
It would be nice to find that one thing I’m really good at.
Is it ever too late for that?
I wonder if I’ve already found it and don’t even know.
I’d like to paint a picture that moves the soul.
Not the heart, not the mind,
The soul.
I would like to be a good wife.
An excellent mother.
And I’d like to die at the same time as my husband.
