I had a dream about little Iris. It was nothing big or dramatic. She was sitting on my lap, with her head on my shoulder and we were watching the moon. That's all. But it was such a sweet dream and when I woke, remembering it made me smile in the dark before falling back asleep.
The next day, I got a phone call from Brittani. Iris wanted to video chat with 'Ama, During the course of the chat, I told Iris how much I missed her, and told Brittani about my dream. She said, "Last night she wanted to look at the moon, and so we went outside for a little bit."
Typing this is another sweet moment, and once again, I am smiling in the dark.
6th sense is incredible, enjoy.ReplyDelete
We contact in many ways that we do not understand.ReplyDelete
That was beautiful
Sweet is a very apt title. A memory to treasure,ReplyDelete
What a nice dream. I don't seem to experience the equivalent. Not that they are necessarily bad, but they're not generally that sweet as far as I can remember.ReplyDelete
It was nice to think that just for a moment, a state between us, that one little blonde girl and her gray haired grandma shared a dream. Or not. Hard telling. I can't wait to see that little girl again.ReplyDelete
I've always missed Cat Stevens. Yes he is still around as however you spell his Arabic name but I miss Cat and his music.ReplyDelete
Wow! That's remarkable. Funny how things like that happen.ReplyDelete
That is beautiful, Debby.ReplyDelete
Dreams can be our way to explore emotions and longing.ReplyDelete
How I long to spend time with that little girl.ReplyDelete
It is amazing how often that sort of thing happens once you tune in and start to notice.ReplyDelete