Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Every night Laura asks me, "Mom, where should we meet in our dreams tonight?" And every night, we go through various scenarios before she finally decides the perfect outing. Some nights I am so tired and low on patience and imagination. I'd love to just tuck her in, say our prayers, give her a kiss, turn out the light, and call it a day. But her urgent request is always the same, and I can't help but indulge her. "Mom! Wait! Where should we meet in our dreams?" And I always find myself getting swept away in the moment. We've been on some pretty amazing adventures, I must say! We've been to the carnival in our party dresses and high-heeled shoes, where we've ridden the carousel and inhaled cotton candy, slurpies, and buttery popcorn. We've roller skated to the zoo, climbed aboard gigantic elephants (a mom and a baby,) and waved to all of the zoo visitors. We ate popcorn there, too, if I am not mistaken. Hmmm... Let's see... We've been beautiful ballerinas putting on a show. (In case you missed us, we were the ones in pink leotards with sparkles and glitter.) About twice a week, we don our pink bathing suits and head to the beach to swim with the dolphins, run races on the beach, and search for shells. (We always wear sunscreen.) And we've even been known to, on occasion, fly to the moon, just so we can see the stars up close. No wonder I'm always tired in the morning! Ooo... Look at the time! Laura should be drifting off any minute and we have a date I can't be late for... Tonight we're headed for donuts and coffee at Dunkin' Donuts. At least we're sticking a little closer to home tonight. And Laura's driving.
Lord, may I never be "too tired" to meet Laura in our dreams. It's the best part of my day. Amen.