Growing up I always had visions, often day dreamed of the time I would get married, have a family, and buy a beautiful house for me and my family to grow in as one. I had dreams that one day I would meet the man of my dreams, and I would fall madly in love with him, and I would know that he was the special one for me. I would know that God created this special being just for me, because there would be no wrong, I wouldn’t have seconds thoughts when I say I do, and I would feel this deep connection in my mind, body, but most importantly in my soul. I always found myself imagining me getting married in a church, walking down the isle in my beautiful white gown, starring at the man of my dreams as I’m walking towards him and my father right by my side to give me away, while my mother stood in the pew with tears of joys streaming down her face. My sisters would be right by my side cheering me on, and my family in the back round filled with joy, but then I realized it was all a dream, but most of all it was just Wishful Thinking.