In a perfect world I would look just like her...

I'd find my perfect guy (read "Perfection diary entry:http://blushingcece.diaryland.com/020720_9.html), brown eyed and utterly devoted. He'd have a good job that he enjoyed. And I'd be able to work only part time as a waitress. We'd have three perfect daughters Lydia, Nathalie and Olivia. Our house would be a perfect little three bedroom house with a backyard with a swingset in it. It would have a nursery with the window seat and rocking chair. And the other bedroom with the bunk beds with matching comforters. My perfect husband would work only 9 to 5 and then he'd come home to a lovely meal prepared by me. All five of us would go for a walk to the park after dinner. Then he'd carry tired little Nathalie in his arms with her arms wrapped around his neck. I'd be pushing the stroller. Then we'd tuck the freshly bathed children with their footy pajamas into bed after a story. Then we'd sit on the porch steps in the balmy summer evening talking about everything and anything. I'd lean onto his shoulder and he'd rest his chin on the top of my head. Oh to be in a perfect world.