What is Your Heaven?

What is your Heaven? 

My hair stylist and I had this discussion, not too long ago.  I was intrigued with the thought and so,
I played along.
If you could design your own heaven, what would it look like? 

My heaven?   

Sunshine and rain showers.  

A majestic shady oak tree and a thick patch of grass with a softly worn quilt on which I'd curl up with a book so good, I wouldn't ever want the story to end.  

Wide open spaces with flower-filled meadows and the singing of red winged blackbirds

At the touch of a button, I could change the scene to

a white sand beach with ocean waves 

creeping up to where I sit, washing my footprints away.

Seagulls squawking, "mine! mine!"... no, let's scratch that one.

A lap-full of grandchildren and puppies that never grow up.

And they never leave messes only kisses.

Okay, the kids can leave messes, but no puppy messes.

I would be able to speak fluent French.
Why French?

Well, it would be important to be able to speak French in my little French Café,

where I would serve (and enjoy)
Crême Patissêrie

and
endless cappuccinos
without getting fat or jittery.
Along with a little French accordion music playing in the background.

And a

an hour glass that never runs out....

 

What is your heaven?