Sometimes I Wish...

Sometimes I wish I were a child again just for a day. I picture coming home after school and eating graham crackers with icing and milk and knowing I had a few hours to let my imagination soar before suppertime. Or waking up on Christmas morning with excitment flowing out of the tips of my fingers. I would cuddle with a new teddy bear and feel safe at night with it snuggled next to me. Oh, and to have a storybook read to me! What a pleasure. And to wake up and know that I was unconditionally loved would be/was the safest feeling of them all.