I already have a beautiful home. It was Mother's which she left me. The house always has been a peaceful place to live. But a perfect life? Nooo! That would be boring. I happen to know some folk who do have as near perfect lives, but they are happy together leading blissful lives; it's not for me to judge. If others find a perfect life though shared happiness, then that is fine with me.

In the ideal world I would love to live in a log cabin by a lake. With my daughter and the man she has grown to trust, whom I am ever so slowly, but ohh very definitely, falling in love with.